It is the year 671 MR.
For the last 20 years, the United Kingdoms of Rjurik, under the rule of High-King Sigurd Jotunulf, have fought to reclaim the frozen lands once ruled by the White Witch. Even with the awnshegh dead, the land itself has opposed resistance to the efforts of the brave rjuven to colonize it once more. The enchantments of the Witch have left the ground barren, cold, and lifeless. Not the most welcoming environment to forge a new life.
For the last 20 years, the United Kingdoms of Rjurik, under the rule of High-King Sigurd Jotunulf, have fought to reclaim the frozen lands once ruled by the White Witch. Even with the awnshegh dead, the land itself has opposed resistance to the efforts of the brave rjuven to colonize it once more. The enchantments of the Witch have left the ground barren, cold, and lifeless. Not the most welcoming environment to forge a new life.
To the south, a different kind of war has plagued the Anuirean Empire in the last two decades. When he rose to power, Exalt-Emperor Adame Roele declared the beginning of a Crusade... a holy war against all the creatures of Shadow... all the fey... and all magic. Red-robed Templars of the One True Church roam the land, putting all witches to the torch. Those that practice magic without being nobles, and those of elven blood, are hunted down and killed without mercy.
And in between the two realms, the Shadow Forest, formerly the elven kingdom of Tuarhievel, looms darkly, separating the Rjuven from the Anuireans. Dark shapes make their home among the twisted trees, guided by a malevolent will that has been slowly awakening during the last 20 years...
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