Setting
There are several stone roads that run between the many towns though some are nothing more than worn dirt paths. Sometimes curled and knotted trees line the roads but never in more than a few together. A breeze is always present in the air, gentle and comforting in temperate weather. There are manifestations of mana that take the form of stunning and shimmering see-through wyrms that play along the roads. They are seen as a form of ‘good luck’ for passing travelers.
The Golden Vale has been home to many wars and beneath the top soil lays the bodies of thousands of dead soldiers whether they be human, saurian, centaur, elven, and hundreds of other races. Even with such beauty in the land of Siv'en, there is always a dark history behind it.
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One year. That was the oath he’d given them. He would return in time for Remembrance Day and the first harvest. If he did not return, then they were to wait for one moon before assuming his death.
He pushed those thoughts out of his mind. Makshab would heed Ha’Ari’s call and would trust in the path before him. If it was his fate to die for his god’s service, then he would submit to His will, but Makshab had faith he would be protected on his journey.
Makshab leaned on his staff and continued going wherever the road would take him.
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From the desk of Archmage Sheodin Thundermane, Chief Ambassador of the Khroniktan Alliance;
To Whom It May Concern,
Greetings, sovereign leaders of Gaia. May the Everlasting Flame of Ha’Ari, the King of Kings and Father of Creation, light your path and grant you the wisdom of Heaven. The prayers of our people have uplifted you during this trying time, and the upheaval of your world, caused by the wrath of Eras and its titans, has been felt by us despite the few short years we have walked on your soil and looked upon your skies.
It troubles us that the echoes of the All Consuming Darkness have been felt even here on these shores. Eyes born from the blackness between the stars have settled upon your world and have disrupted the delicate balance of power, and ancient malevolence has awoken that seeks to place you in eternal bondage. Take solace, though, that Ha’Ari has stretched out His mighty hand and offers you protection. It is through His power, and the might of the Khroniktan Alliance, that Eras’s wrath was abated and the formidable colossus Ni’Thorne met its demise.
We warmly invite you or a representative of your nation-state to visit our colony New Ketajhi, located in the region known as the Royale Prairies of Siv’en, in order to open diplomatic relations. Food and lodging will be provided.
Sincerely,
Archmage Sheodin Thundermane, Chief Ambassador of the Khroniktan Alliance