Age of Balance

The modern age begins with the end of rule by kings. It is true that the nation of Pelosia has been ruled by a king from time to time, but the endeavor seems doomed to failure. Some sages say that the Wyrld has "moved on," and is no longer ready for rulership by a king. The same sages often blaim Estovia's constant battle for survival as a curse levied against them for lifting up a king in this age.

Whatever the truth may be, this age is an age of parity and balance among all things. Religions and secret societies hold as much sway as national governments, and non-humans as much as humans. There is as much wilderness as there is civilization, and as much knowledge lost as discovered.

The age starts with the election of a prime minster in Shurrah, and quickly follows with the birth of many other nations, as well as contact or recontact with races and species new or out of touch with Darisians since the Years of Terror. For the first time Darisians learn of another race of humans. Unlike the medium skinned durbers that populated Niellenor and its offshoots, the Vaelsh are a very fair skinned people and larger of stature than the typical durber. In the east Thule comes in contact with other races as well, meeting the Turgi to the north, and incorporating the dark skinned "nefto" so deftly that racism is mostly non-existent in that empire.

Further division came with time instead of more unity. Pelosia broke off from Shurrah, and then suffered its own civil wars, and others migrated south to form the nation of Estovia. Only one events unifies the Wyrld in this entire age -- the Hard Winter.

The Hard Winter brought many changes to the Wyrld, pushing the government of Shurrah into a downward spiral of ever increasing bureacracy. The nation of Riamahn has not stopped building fortifications since the Hard Winter, for reasons known only to the Warders who rule that country. Other changes, some subtle, and some not, have cascaded across the land, but what worries those who are best educated is a prophecy delivered by Cordellon Makten, an elven priest of the Cebretine Church the year the Hard Winter began:

The cold that is coming
A harbinger to a storm
Desert and Moor are growing
The Wyrld is forlorn

The backs of the Keepers are turned
The faces of Light and Life are hidden
Each man must a hero be
To turn the one unbidden

Cordellon did not remember giving the prophecy upon awakening afterwards, and most would disregard it were it not for the subsequent appearance of the Encroaching Desert and the Dread Moor.


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