Backstory

Welcome to Terranostra. A land of twin continents, political tyranny, and magic gone awry.

The year is 112 p.v.. The start of a new age that began when the Great Archmage  Zol Steelsword  banded the nations of the realm together to fight back the Demons of the Hellcloak Plague, a force which nearly consumed the land. This was the beginning of the Stonesheild Accord, an alliance of all major races and nations under one banner, and ruled over by the Steelsword family.

For centuries Magicka coursed through the veins of this land after the discovery of the Grand Font of Magika in the northwestern regions of the Westlands nearly three and a half centuries before. Magic was practiced openly and freely and those who had mastered their unique handlings of these magics were often celebrated to the likes of demigod status.

The combination of the sciences and magical forces ushered in a new era of prosperity in the Westlands the likes never seen before. Times were peaceful and merry. The people did not want for much during the rule of the Elden King  Sorel Steelsword , son of Zol, during the second era.

This is not the second era… Since the brutal takeover of the throne by the  Bloodking Baelin Steelsword , the youngest son of Elden King  Sorel Steelsword , the practice of magical arts has been banned and outlawed -- studied and used only by the Bloodking’s personal court of dark Warlocks. Wizards have been forced to give up their studies; their scrolls and magical tomes burned to cinder -- and gifted sorcerers are hunted down like dogs by the Bloodking’s forces along with loyalists to the previous crown.

King  Baelin , in an act of either madness or desperation, went as far as to destroy the Grand Magika Font, in an effort to stem the accessible flow of magical energy. Corrupting the surrounding lands with a mysterious dark force and essence, the everlasting effects of which are still unmeasured.

 Baelin  rules with fear, and those who have risen up against him have done so in folly; the leaders of such doomed insurrections, seeing fates worse than death… or so has been rumored. And yet... life goes. Most townships of the Westlands have had no other choice but to obey the rules of the new regime. They disband their mage’s guilds and burn literature that remotely hints of spells or incantations. Only a handful of tomes have been seen carted away by  Baelin’s  personal forces, and even fewer have been whispered missing or vanished into urban legend.

The villages and townships of the Westlands live under strict rule and heavy order; taxed more than necessary, and watched over by the crown’s discerning eye.

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