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Introduction...

Fierce Bugbear warriors stood defiantly against the horde of foes that rolled towards them. Most of their comrades had fallen in previous battles and these were the last of their regiment from Droaam. They had been fighting on the boarders of Cyre for weeks now and had made a sizeable dent in the Brelish forces assigned to the area.

Knowing that death was soon at hand, Muzzgrub the 4th Gladiator of Droaam and Captain of this last rag tag regiment ordered his stoic brethren to heft their great halberds and set them to receive a charge from the soldiers approaching on mounts. Blood would be spilt today, and not just from his side.

None of the Brelish forces took their foes for granted, they had seen these forces in action before.

A Shifter Rogue fired an arrow while mounted on a glistening stallion. A smile crossed his face as he watched his bolt impale the shoulder of the lead creature causing it to wince in agony. His smile soon faded as the creature simply ripped the bothersome toothpick from his body and throw it on the ground in anger.

A Half-Elven Sorcerer began weaving arcane words forming a spell that he hoped would at least slow the hulking brute down. The plan being to take out the leader and hopefully scatter the enemy.

The remaining Brelish forces charged.

Suddenly a catastrophic explosion ripped through the air. Super heated sand and debris struck all who fought on the battlefield and burnt into their skin. Blood trickled from their ears, ringing like mighty bells assaulted their ears. Then all fell silent and dark.

Four years passed in the blink of an eye. Three of the combatants from the battle at Cyre still lived. Each had little or no memory of that fateful day. Regardless of their backgrounds and sides taken in war, a friendship had been formed. The war was over, at least open war anyway. Battles were now only fought in hidden dealings and politics. A treaty had been signed.

The land where they had been battling had been blasted beyond recognition. None had survived, great cities destroyed, thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands had died. An ominous grey wall of mist now rises up around the boarders of this once powerful nation. Cyre is now no more, its name has now been replaced with a more appropriate one. The Mournland.

Lucky to be alive the trio were of some interest to the inhabitants of New Cyre, a small town established by survivors of Cyre who had been battling outside of that land at the time of the Cataclysm. Probably the closest survivors to the devastation, none of their comrades from either side fared so well.
The three friends worked a time in New Cyre as soon as their many wounds healed. Once they had saved enough money they bought passage to Sharn on a Skyship. The City of Towers is the hub of all Breland. It is now time to start life anew, a life outside of war. Exploration and adventure await.

The friends noticed that as they travelled further south that the weather was getting warmer. Clouds from overhead pattered warm rain on their heads while they flew towards Sharn : City of Towers. The captain shouted to someone that its always like that in this region.

In the distance Muzz and his friends noticed that great pillars of earth and stone with even greater towers and spires atop them could be seen even in the distance. They were almost at their destination.

As they approached they could see that a maze of Catwalks joined most towers to each other. Rain teamed from these catwalks forming beautiful silvery waterfalls. The city was huge.

The Skyship pulled up beside a platform and he shouted, “Lyrandra Tower, all for Sharn please disembark here!”