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Indulge, slip away to Ruin
Mist!
In an age long since lost to myth and memory, a race of
supreme giants known as titans ruled over all the lands
of Ruin Mist from their homes on Over-Earth. Without
question, titans were the masters of the gates. They
moved freely between realms and across lands.
Darkness
came to mark the end of the age of the titans as surely
as there was ever light at the beginning. During this
time of darkness, known as the Great Purge, it was the
greatest of all titans, Ky'el, who gave men, elves, and
dwarves their freedom. By the end of the purge, the only
known gate to Over-Earth was sealed for all time,
ushering in a new beginning. A new age. An age of men,
elves, and dwarves.
After
countless wars waged against themselves, each other, and
the other races, men, elves, and dwarves settled in to
an uneasy peace within their divided lands. In time,
like the titans before them, dwarves became folk of myth
and legend, leaving only absence like a darkness where
once there had been a great presence and a light.
The age
of men and elves had arrived, its arrival marked by the
coming of the great war. Some would call this war
Dnyarr’s war after the elven king who started it. Others
would call it the War of the Thousand Year Siege. Those
who fought and died would call it the War of Ten Million
Tears. Victory for men above all others brought little
joy even though it ushered in a new age. The age of men.
There
are some who fear this age to be Ruin Mist’s last. For
if men succumb to darkness, there will be no beginning,
and darkness will surely rule forever. It is in this
time at the twilight of the age of men that those long
lost have returned to thwart the darkness. They are the
fallen sons of ages past and present. They are the
keepers, the watchers, and the guardians. They are those
who hold the key to Ruin Mist’s future. |
