A mighty earthquake shakes the very foundations of Eucos
A mighty earthquake shakes the very foundations of Eucos, splitting the land in ways never seen before. Leylines scream, places of power go dormant, and the Domains themselves shift and change. Magic is running dry as the mortals of Faenar fight for power, claiming new territory in the turmoil.
The Gods watch in anticipation, fear growing deep within. Without the power of the Domains, could they be overthrown? Spurred by this concern, the Gods offer certain Mortals a place at the Divine Conclave. In exchange for rebuilding eroded allegiance, Mortals are to be granted the agency to self-determine their fate.
An uneasy truce is struck, and the chosen Mortals take the mantle of Domain Defenders. For a time, there is a reason to hope. Faenar rebuilds. Then a wind from the south brings with it a red moon and uneasy change.
First, the Dread stirs. Once thought defeated, it awakens from slumber quietly. Insidiously. Creeping in the shadows and spreading through every selfish thought, laying in wait to poison the world.
Second, the whispers. Rumours of new heroes. Talk of new faces. Mysterious figures brimming with a power that hasn’t been seen since the Domains began to fade. Are they friend? Foe? Or something else entirely?
The only thing agreed upon is what they call themselves…
The Guardians.