"You know I'm not evil, right? Right?" - Nuwe
A thousand years ago, the Goddess of light and shadow, Huwe, and the God of darkness and shadow, Nuwe, created the universe. In the center of the Material Plane, they placed three continents. To the North is Meru, a land of icy tundra and frigid mountain peaks scarred from centuries of war, home of dwarves and tieflings. To the East is Della, the ancestral home of the humans and halflings and gnomes. It is a land of rolling plains covered in grassland, and does not see snow most of the year. To the west is Arifa, a continent covered entirely in a single titanic forest. It is the home of orcs and elves.
At the point where the three major continents converge stood the greatest city in the world: Alvorn. It is to this shimmering city of towering stone the world’s populace flocked. Gold and magic flowed freely in Lightdancer Plaza, the common folk of the city went home with full bellies, and the guard, free from corruption and incompetence kept watch from fortified walls and keeps all over the city. For five hundred years King Arnum ruled, a sage in a tower.
But it was not to last. Fifty years ago, King Arnum was killed in a last defiance. He sealed away his brother, the Lich-God Tenebris, but at the cost of his own life. In a stroke of brutal genius, just days after Arnum’s self sacrifice, The Lich and servant of Tenebris Ophelia Arcanaborn murdered the entire population of Alvorn, 500,000 people, and summoned her dark master back to the Material Plane.
Tenebris was defeated by a group of unlikely heroes known as The Good Crusade. Assisting them in battle was the rider Audry Brightwing, the Archmage Bren Arcanaborn, the last Soul-Warden Kar Alder, the Dwarf hero Alfdok Rubysword and the Queen of New Alvorn, Sophrya Belfry.
"Welcome to Himmel" - Julian Snowfire
For most, the sky falling means ruined crops and strange beasts baying outside their door. For a few, the sky falling presents an opportunity to become filthy rich. In Mid-Road, far off in the distance, The Unknown Ruler is paying an exorbitant price for skyshards, enough that a single blue crystal of decent size can set someone up for life. What this Unknown Ruler does with the skyshards is a mystery all but their inner circle. But from within the mystical grounds of the palace come marching hundreds of Skyshot Pistols and thousands of skyshot bullets, enough to soak the ground with blood.
To feed this voracious appetite, gold-rush towns have been built near rivers and streams. These towns make their money by panning for skyshards in the water, and shipping their findings back to Mid-Road. It is unheard of that a skyshard does not get robbed two or three times on the way to Midroad.
You all have come to the small town of Himmel which is the largest of these panning towns, and is large enough to support its own burgeoning local economy. Set up on the small Kar’s Island, named after the fallen hero of The Unmaking, Himmel is home to the only tailor, butcher, tavern, blacksmith and apothecary for a hundred miles. It is a wild and rambunctious town, and not a night goes by that the air isn’t cut by the flair of Skyshot pistol and the scent of blood. Still, the people of Himmel are kind and extremely welcoming to strangers. Indeed, the town depends on a steady stream of traveling vagabond set out to strike rich. Himmel is a place where you can make your own way, regardless of who you are or where you came from, but be warned, you’re just as likely to find a knife in your back.
Himmel is run by Reeve Peter Windriver, a human man in his late fifties who has been in charge of the town since its inception. He’s an embodiment of the best and worst of his city, a mild alcoholic who cares deeply about those who stumble through his small town. Most of the time you can find him in the Statue Side Saloon talking with owner Julian Snowfire, or his other subjects. The Reeve has two children. The first is Jager Windriver, his older child, and aspiring knight. It’s rumored that Peter has friends in high places in Mid-Road and beyond, and his capability to outfit his child with a warhorse and plate is proof of that. His younger child is Nightingale Windriver, a pernicious little thief just on the cusp of adulthood. Rumors about her strange appearance and knack for magic are only confounded by the Reeve’s own admission that Nightingale is the product of another woman.
Tomorrow is Remembrance Day, a festival to celebrate all those who died in The Unmaking. The Reeve has spared no expense in throwing a wonderful festival and has invited everyone who is able, turing the town square into a public fair with free food and drink for all who come. Julian Snowfire has offered 1000 gold pieces to anyone who can break into his vault - shipped from a wizard in midroad! - just to prove that it’s a safe bank vault for anyone’s valuables. To end the festival, The Riddle-Smiths a locally famous dance and acrobatics troupe will be ending the festival with their most popular act, a rendition of the rise and fall of Lich-lord Tenebris.
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