A Dark Era Returned

The eruption of Red Mountain on Dagon Fel set in motion a chain of events that would change the The Ancient World forever.

Spewing megatons of ash and fire into the upper atmosphere of the world, Dagon Fel and Its surrounding continents were immediately effected. The ash storm snuffed out all life and the perpetual darkness had turned these once vibrant biomes into a cold and desolate tundra.

Dagon Fel had seen the most devastation due to large lava flows and firestorms, which incinerated everything on the continent.

Heavy winds blew south, spreading the ash storm further where it would soon reach the shores of Orrostar. And a deep rumbling could be felt beneath the earth..

The ash storm from the volcanic eruption of Red Mountain on Dagon Fel and the newly formed Vile Mountain on Orrostar reached the Old Mainland, blanketing the world in darkness and bitter cold on a scale unseen since the first Age of Darkness. This event forever marked the beginning of a new dark era for The Ancient World.

The Darkness was a beast unto it’s own as it seeked to extinguish all light that it touched, allowing Ancient Monsters of the under-world to rise again to lord over the living. The Darkness was no God or being that can be reasoned with or appeased, as it’s evil influence spread endlessly towards every corner of the world.

With the coming darkness upon them the Dwarves had been preparing a new district deep below Windvale under the guidance of their wise and venerated leader Grumfisst.

Kal-Baldur Sanctuary was the title given to this new under-dwelling that all the mortal races of the world could take refuge in. But could it hold out against the impending threat? And for how long could they hide from what may be their ultimate fate? It could take generations for the storm to clear while the eternal war for the over-world commenced once again between the still living and the dead.

Grumfisst, wise & venerated leader of Windvale

Owing Her their lives, the Dwarves began with haste to construct a great and defensible mountain keep. Powerful Dwarven runestones blessed by the Goddess’ light were forged to combat the ever rising undead threat.

The halls were fast approaching their completion, ready to take the helm from Voyager’s Wharf as the safe haven. Grumfisst’s message to all thus was twofold;

“I welcome one and all to share in my hearth and home, and I am ready to guide you through this darkness like my ancestors of yore. Together, we will overcome this night and survive to see the sun rise yet again.”

With the Ash Storm being the catalyst for this new reality the Mortals would now face the same ancient threat their ancestors once did in this godforsaken land.