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The Endless Dance of Empty Night

The paradise realm of Irohn was just that - a paradise. Under skies of eternal twilight, the people were born, died, and were reincarnated, all under the watchful gaze of the Made God Anaya. Much of the menial work of maintaining life was done by lesser undead, leaving the citizens to focus on art, management, and achieving transcendence. The world was good, as good as it was anywhere in the worlds left behind when Heaven broke. Technology was at nearly the level of the old world, and the people were largely quite content with their lot in the world.

That was two days ago. That's when it all changed.

You were in the central square of the city at the time. You happened to glance up and see it. Anaya's vast body, constructed from metal and stone and the strange engines of fallen Heaven, vanished into a wave of darkness that rolled through the square. It passed over you, and you felt it somehow settle into you, felt it change you.

You awoke. And you were more than you had been, so much more. The power of the Made God had filled you, changed you, and now Creation bent to your will.

But even your divine power cannot maintain the paradise as Anaya did. And so, Uncreated Night begins to eat at the edges of your world. Night Roads began to open, disgorging Uncreated monsters into the realm. If you want to survive, if you want your people to survive, you are going to have to find a way to traverse a Night darker than the one you wield, and lead your people in exodus to another world.