Category:Reydala Modern

From Reydala

"And thus the witch was struck down
but a great rumbling was felt in the heavens
Lucion looked with fear upon his children.
It was the beginning of a new era.
Father lucion ripped from our hands
all that we had once hold dear.
No more would child behold their father.

Cities once dependent on his graces
Would fall to earth and erupt into flames.
Death and Destruction our recompense
      for surpassing the Master's hand.

How will we find our way 
stumbling through this darkness?
Where have you gone to, 
should we try to follow?
We are left to find our own path
This is now our era."
    -The Scholar Terias, in the final chapter of 
   History of Lucion.

Welcome to a New Era

It has been over five hundred years since the Gods have abandoned Reydala. Mortals faced a horrible struggle just to survive. Every year since the Celestial Exodus became progressively more difficult. The winds blow out of control, the seas rise and fall, the earth grows more and more barren, Humans have been forced to turn to technology to survive. With resources dwindling, trust fades, war rages between the nations over scarce minerals and the few strips of land still capable of supporting life. Harsh centuries have all but erased memories of the bounteous past, and most written records from the previous era have been lost or destroyed.

After surviving a thousand great difficulties, the force of technology is finally allowing mortals to regain some of the ground they once held. Slowly, powerful machines are turning the barrens back into verdant fields. Shields are set in place to drive back the winds and the seas. Slowly but surely technology breathes new life into relics of the past. Kaltia, Ohnben, and Riscana frantically search for more ancient technology in hopes of renewing it with the power of newfound technology.

The dead zone, a huge desolate ice field in the frozen north. It was here five hundred years prior that Laviege was finally destroyed. Her death still left its mark upon the planet, the chill of this ice field goes far beyond its temperatures. Men see shadows of death in the daylight, and the nights are filled with terrible nightmares that scar the mind. None return from the dead zone unchanged. Yet expeditions still enter within in hopes of recovering the God-slayer that would spell dominance over the other nations if recovered. Until it is found, thousands more lives will be lost within the dead zone. When it is found, millions of lives will be thrown toward its recovery. The flow of blood seems to be never ending.