"Through the howling sands of the deserts they come, those that would seek to destroy the peace of this land. Beware, people of the Immortal Line, for your wings may be torn apart by the bloodlust of a thousand shadows..." 
                                                                                         - Excerpt from 'The Dreams of The Flame Child'

Warily, the travellers of Arklain walk over its hostile lands. The Second War had torn apart the world and left the people with less than two-thirds of the original land mass on which to repopulate and grow.

The Council rules with an iron hand here, the strangling grip it has on the inhabitants of the land often snuffing out entire Clans and races in its harsh regime. Those dissatisfied with the way of the Immortals soon found themselves dead, their Clans, homes and families destroyed. This was a cruel time, when only those that were privileged by birth or sought hard for survival lived.

The Council, situated in its fortress of stone, is not safe from rebellion. The Temple from which the Immortals rules is attacked regularly by rebel factions. Success is minimal, but the damage is apparent, and the people are afraid of all out war. The last still fresh in their minds. Its horror still besmirched the lands. Only nightmares lived beyond the light, in the darkness of the wastelands... at least that's what the people told themselves.

So come on a journey through this world, seek your own truths, tell your own tales, and relive the last days of a world that was built on magic and sustained by technology. A world where intrigue and mayhem rule.

Picture by Haiuka