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16:41, 26th April 2024 (GMT+0)

Echoes of the Realms

In the year 1356 Dale Reckoning a terrible war threatened nearly every nation on the face of Toril, Demons from a hideous breach in the heavens threatened existence. These hideous creatures called themselves Daemons, their very corruption changed landscapes, drained oceans, leveled cities, burned entire forests to the very ground. The gods themselves battled these creatures, some even joined them after after falling to corruption.

The greatest battle for the fate of Toril was lost, the crust of the very globe ripped open. The Daemons were capturing Gods, slaying them and using their energy to fuel weapons of mass devastation and pulled apart the planet itself. In the two years that followed AO remained silent. Until a group of adventurers had found the Over God had been set a slumber by the Daemons at the beginning of the war. The tablets of fate stolen, the weave being Sundered, existence was coming to an end. In an act of desperation, one of the adventurers drew his mighty blade and stabbed AO through his heart. AO shuddered to life, summoning the Tablets of fate to himself.

Another Adventurer grabbed one of the tablets and started to read it franticly, Ao's dying words guiding him to one passage. The Weave shimmered and rumbled with power, a blinding flash of eerie energy enveloped all of creation.

And Echoed across the minds of mortals "Rise seekers, reunite the shards of old" ancient AO's voice rattled on last time.

The year is 1348 Dale Reckoning, you heard AO's words, but this is not your world...