Sporadic white clouds roll across the bright blue sky. How many years now had it been since the sky had torn? Red the color of blood ran like water across a black sky as the ground heaved and fell breaking apart. Infernal beasts walked the land leaving a path of destruction in their wake. But as quickly as it had begun a brilliant and blinding white light swept the earth and the ground leapt once more and finally settled where it now rests, still broken. Many have wondered if the land will ever be restored, some ask if it can be. The Gods have fallen silent since that day and truly how much can mere mortals accomplish without them. Will they ever return? An Emperor has ascended to the throne but the cobblestones still crawl with rumors of political intrigue and infighting. The North is naught more than a battle field as the war with the Orgog Hordes boils and simmers. Even the Emperor's own capital city stands not far from a fetid and stinking swamp which belches forth all manner of vile creatures. Strangest of all are the whispers of an mystical focus drawing to itself untold arcane power. Who will answer The Storm's Call?
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