Aëron Legacy

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Aëron was born from the remnants of a dying realm, its Worldsoul drifting through the Silvermist in search of rebirth. Where once there had been only lifeless, tepid waters, a great whirlpool stirred, drawing in the last echoes of a world long lost. From its depths rose a luminous, opalescent jewel, pulsing with raw enchantment. Its emergence sent waves rippling outward, shaping the unformed void into something tangible. Landmasses coalesced from the shifting mists, sculpting a world both celestial and perilous. Four continents took shape, accompanied by countless islands, all bathed beneath the light of twin moons and a radiant sun.

As time settled into motion, life followed. Beings and civilizations came into existence, flourishing in this new world. This era would later be known as the Age of the First Dawn—a time of infancy and harmony, when Aëron’s magic was untouched by conflict. In those early days, an Order arose, formed by those who could wield the raw power of the realm itself. They raised grand cities, shaped wonders beyond mortal comprehension, and traversed the land in search of its deepest mysteries. But magic, unbound and limitless, is never without consequence. In time, ambition gave way to greed, and the Order fractured. The Age of the Great War began, as rulers and warlords alike sought dominion over the heart of Aëron—the Worldsoul Jewel, the source of all magic.

The war consumed entire continents. Forests burned, cities crumbled to cinder, and rivers ran red. The Silvermist thickened with the fury of the fallen, and decay crept into the land, threatening to unmake all that had been forged. Desperation forced the Four—the sovereigns of each continent—to put aside their hatred. A treaty was struck, binding them to an unbreakable vow: never again would they take up arms against one another, lest they doom their world to ruin. To ensure peace, the Jewel was shattered into four pieces, each ruler taking a shard to their homeland.

But magic is not easily broken. The sundered Jewel reshaped Aëron’s very foundation, altering the flow of power itself. The old ways faded, and the Order dissolved, their once-great abilities lost to time. In their place, the Four—now immortal, bound to their lands—became the new vessels of Aëron’s magic. Through them, their people were transformed.

In Daín, they took on the forms of bears, shifting between human and beast. In Vedenya, their bodies grew stronger, towering above other mortals. In Selâ, they forged bonds with nature, speaking the language of beast and leaf alike. In Quenyi, they became kin to creatures of wing, claw, and flame. The world, though scarred, healed. The Jewel’s power faded into myth, and peace endured. Trade flourished, knowledge expanded, and generations passed without fear of another reckoning.

But peace is never eternal.

For fifteen hundred years, Aëron knew peace after the Great War nearly tore it apart. Now, that peace is threatened. Following a violent attack in Quenyi, the moon gods have collided and shattered, their corpses strewn across the sky. The sun no longer rises. The oceans churn with endless storms, drowning every island in their path. Bitter cold creeps across every land, and only those with fierce determination, sharp wit, and unbreakable hope stand a chance to endure. All the while, in Daín, whispers of rebellion stir — resentment rising against the very Jewel-Holders that hold the cold at bay. Where will your fate fall? Will you fight to save the world and preserve the Age of Peace—or forge a new Age from its ashes?