12th Summer: Year of the Great Drought

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Twelve years have passed since the mists drew back, and revealed the unspoiled wilderness that is Admor. Civilizations have grown and fallen, in this short span. Great evil has spread across the face of the lands, and been chased back into the darkness. The dark dryad, Julhana’s first plot to bespoil the face of Admor has been thwarted by the elves of the Belegorn tribe with an important assist by Oberon and the kingdom of the Fae. Still, evil witch runs free, and has seduced another to the Dark Sidhe. One thing is for certain, they will be heard from again.

Our young civilizations are just beginning to meet one another, trade and commerce are beginning to bloom and thrive with the establishment of our first trade routes.

The forces of magic our civilizations have been taming apparently have a downside, as not all magical awakenings are beneficial in nature. The core of Admor leaks a dark substance that taints all it touches, and like the all things, it doesn’t touch all things equally. The forests it soaks turn gnarled and forlorn and the inhabitants become feral and ravenous, and sometimes they Awaken, and hell breaks loose. Running loose on the drought ravaged plains to the east of the noble Aarakocra, a species of flightless hunting bird has awakened. Due to their ability to move in complete silence, they are called awakened stealth raptors in the common tongue (not yet invented). Their bellies are gnawed by a non stop hunger that is not satiated by food, no matter how much they eat, they must seek the next meal… which bodes poorly for any who live nearby.