Blackvynn.

Land of Hidden Magick, Ageless Beasts, Godslayers.

This land is poised on a knife’s edge. Ageless dwarves and elves watch on as the King of Men, self-proclaimed godslayer, returns to a realm divided. Are the gods truly dead? Can man prosper without the magick divine? Will the elven empire assert claims on ancestral lands? Will dwarves rekindle their Runic forges and press for a place above ground in this new world?

OR

The Divine Empire in their walled cities has fallen, the gods of man killed by their own king. To the West, ancient dwarven kingdoms peek from their carved cities and mountaintop fortresses. Men since the time of the First Landing rule over their states with old Rune Magick, and the elves of the Northwest, those of them who do not pirate, trade along the coasts and waterways.

To the East, rich men of all races vie for power in the 3 Lakes Republic and pay off independent warlords to the South who fight for scraps of land from the fall of the Divine Empire. South of these warlords and city-states, a strict eleven theocracy stands staunchly on ancient soil, as their ancestors will it. Even further East is the Great Elven Empire held together by the iron will of the God-Emperor.

And far across the seas to the West the awful dragons brood and debate and plot.

OR

After the fall of the Gods of the Divine Empire, there is a vacuum in the power of the world. Grown complacent on Divine Magicks, few men of the former Divine Empire know the Rune Magick of ancient times brought in the First Landing so long ago. Even the dwarves, who bent it to their anvils and devised Runic Crafting have let their forges cool. Elves in the East turn up their nose at outsiders and chant their spellsongs where none can learn. Dire behemoths and beasts stalk the eldritch forests and the Beast Gods will not be kept at bay. Awful dragons pine and plot across the sea under their masters’ thumb. All Men and Empires die. What then will be made from this new world?

BETTER EDIT

The Gods of the Divine Empire have fallen, killed by their own chosen King. Grown complacent on Divine Magicks, few men of the former Divine Empire know the Rune Magick of ancient times brought in the First Landing so long ago. Even the dwarves, who bent it to their anvils and devised Runic Crafting have let their forges cool. The iron-willed Emperor of Elves in the East turns up his nose at outsiders and the Elves chant their spellsongs where none can learn. Dire behemoths and beasts stalk the eldritch forests and the Beast Gods will not be kept at bay. Awful dragons pine and plot across the sea under their masters’ thumb. All Men and Empires die. What then will be made from this new world?

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