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It started with a whisper, a sound born from silence rising in a rush of endless wind. In the distance a great light began to swell, brightening beyond what eyes could bear until even the sun seemed dim. For one terrible moment, very time stood still and when it passed there was nothing, nothing but quiet covering death and ruin where Aevenarum once gleamed. A city gone amidst a land of seared and tortured earth haunted by the countless echoes of screaming souls. Only a dreadful scar of fire left, burned across earth and sky.

- Attributed to Prince Khalivan - The Laments of Aevanarum

Much was lost in the Great War of the Aequinoctium, when the races of Aenari and Man united against the black legions of Kyndrakus to cast the Kaesvarin from the world. More still vanished into the flames of Aevanarum as the Faeven Counselors of Akileon left their black scar across the land.

Knowledge beyond reckoning was destroyed in the war that followed. Vengeance brought the Aenari out of the Wildwood. Fury called them from the mountains of Lorthavian and across the Shifting Sands. Filled with hate and grief, the Aenari unleashed their wrath, smashing the mighty human empire of Akileon.

Great cities vanished before their rage. Merdallon and Caeryndal were drowned in blood and scoured by fire til not a stone was left as the Sun War covered the world in death and flame. Fields were sown with corpses, the skies blackened by clouds of crows, and when at last the Stalaran Aenari, sickened by the slaughter, stilled their brothers' blades, Akileon was gone. Yet the lands were not done with war.

For ages, the dying heaves of Akileon rocked the world. The surviving Wise fled to their banishment upon the Isles of Iskarian, while the Sunalian Aenari departed the ruins of their blasted lands to vanish upon the waves of the Allaeyan Sea. The nations of man were shattered beyond recognition, a battered collection of fragmented, feuding nations. Even as the Aenari withdrew to their realms, The Sundering Wars raged like wildfire across the ruins of Akileon. Men fought for pleasure or hate, honor or coin and behind their blades kingdoms rose, grew and fell. And when the last shudders finally stilled, the rough shape of the realms had taken form.

And he who set the world ablaze yet walks the shadows, untouched by time. Croydan, the Undying One. Black Prince of Akileon and Master of the Maisaru. He who hears the whispers from beyond the Veil.