Under a Glass Moon
The Age of Decay has ended and what was left of the once great empires of man have formed into small tribes ready to rebuild and retake that which was lost. But man is not alone. One hundred and fifty years have passed and old feuds are starting to resurface. Nations are turning their armies on their former enemies. Gods lie patiently in the shadows waiting for their opportunity to take that initial, fateful step into dominance.
There is great evil, but also selfless good. There are those who strive to remain neutral in the coming conflict as opposed ideologies break the world asunder once again. The first goal was survival. The goal now is power, for good or ill. Will you pursue power through strength of arms or arcane studies, through piety or blasphemy? Choose carefully. On each path there are allies and bitter foes, and the deeper you delve into the secrets of the world, the harder it will be to turn back.
“Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with.”
The Fire Spreads
The smell of the smoke became worse. Not like a cooking fire, the sweet smell of dry wood tinged with game and entwined with all the smells of the woods he knew so well. This was the smell of burning leaves still moist from yesterday’s rains, of the deep wood from the interior of ancient firs ablaze, and the fear of trapped animals waiting for painful death.
His home was going to burn, and his rangers needed to stop it.