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The Last Breath

The world of Arcem is ending.

It's celestial engines are on their last legs, ceaselessly toiling in spite of sabotage and disrepair. Such faulty mechanisms cannot keep the Uncreated Night at bay, and as natural law deteriorate, the unnatural burst forth to devour all.

The nation of Ancalia was hit the hardest.

Only five years ago, the kingdom of Ancalia was a beacon of peaceful prosperity. Under the wise rule of High Negus Arad, the Elect of God, Ancalia was a green land of thriving cities, rich fields, and a people grateful to the One for their good fortune. Such peace perhaps brought quarrels between the hereditary jantirar lords of the countryside and the royally-appointed kantibas of the cities and major towns, but the roaming justiciars of the seven great knightly orders were swift to resolve such difficulties with their wisdom and their blades.

This all ended five summers ago. Through some unfathomable collapse of the celestial engines, nine dire Night Roads erupted throughout the country. Hordes of misbegotten Uncreated poured into Ancalia and the Hollowing Plague raised every corpse as a ravening husk. Some cities were slaughtered within days, while others had time to evacuate as the knightly orders contained the outpouring long enough for their countrymen to escape. The loss of life was horrific and the ancient orders were all but destroyed by their sacrifice.


Now, in what seems like last breath of some long-gone divinity, the Words of Creation bind themselves to people and anoint them as Godbound, the last hope for Arcem.