The world was once great, then came The Sundering.

A cataclysm of unknown origin and immeasurable scope struck our world wiping out the great cities, nations & empires of the past age. The skys blackened for years, crops and livestock died, famine and disease spread. Those who survived fled to the frontiers, distant lands spared the worst of the destruction but populated by many undiscovered and unexplored dangers.

After the Great Exodus those that lived existed for nothing other than survival constantly warring with other city-states for food, water or natural resources. Knowledge of many things better not forgotten are now lost. When once it was the staple of life, the use of magic became scarce or ridiculed due to ignorance or superstition. Great inventions of old broke down with little or no one left to repair or replace them. Creatures and monsters of unspeakable horror roam the country side murdering all those who are unlucky enough to be caught unprotected.

The once backwater frontier of Abilon is one such pocket of survivors, petty lords rule over small kingdoms and city-states, making war on one another for greed or worse. After five hundred years of death and battle the people of Abilon feel like they are slowly losing the fight to survive, that there is no hope and the odds are too great to last indefinitely. Civilization it seems has been brought to the brink, the world brought to a tipping point.

Some dream of gathering all the people of Abilon under one banner, to form a great new empire that will beat back the darkness, a new order that will make all of the people of Abilon strong through unity. The lords of the land scoff at such dreams, they suppress or deny all talk of unification unwilling to give up their wealth and positions power. Other lords see this as a golden opportunity to attain more, using the cause of unity as an excuse to warmonger. Still there are a few who truly believe these dreams can be a reality, that all beings can be free from tyranny and greed, that we may someday reconnect with so much of the world that has been forgotten, that we may make a paradise in this place of hardship. Some hope and dare to dream of this place, this utopia, this Arcadia.

Cardinal Raynard, Meditations