The Story Begins

"The great Balance has shifted, dark seeds have been planted and taken root. Will you have the skill and desire to prevent these black seeds from thriving? Is there prayer enough to wish that one day you will hold your title with honor as Sons of The Vast…"

-Ao, Master of Gods, Myrtul 2, 1373 -

Prologue: Well met, brave adventurer. The peaceful life you’ve come to know in The Vast will soon be over. The heroic adventurers of your father’s generation, and their epic deeds are now fading with the passage of time. Just as today’s final dimming rays of twilight flicker upon the Giantspike Mountains, so does their Age of Greatness of power and influence now end. In recent decades The Vast has been a peaceful place due to the many sacrifices they’d made on many a great adventure. Now, as your own adventurous story begins, will you live up to their ideals – or permit your homeland to become perverted by minions of darkness who have silently waited, secretly plotted in shadows for years, to now execute their devious plans?

Some things are already changing. Some peaceable people of your land, who once looked upon adventurers as righteousness anchors and sentinels of society, now consider your generation inept, possessing no respect for the deeds of heroes of the past. Some now observe adventurers to be irresponsible grave-robbers or simple gamblers with the life given them by the Ao, master of all Gods, and not serving noble purposes as their fathers had before them. While we slept, unknown to most, the verdant fields and prospering towns of the Vast were claimed from below. The great Balance has shifted, dark seeds have been planted and taken root.

Will you have the skill and desire to prevent these black seeds from thriving? Is there prayer enough to wish that one day you will hold your title with honor as Sons of The Vast…