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The world is changing. Few of the gods bother to interfere in the lives of mortals anymore. Humans have spread across the land and multiplied. For the most part the elves, comfortable in their secret glades and beautiful homes, have retreated to a life of study. The dwarves, secure in their impenetrable caverns, continue to create wonders, as they will until the end of days, their work prized in every market of the world. The Traders continue to wind their massive caravans across the plains.
It is a time of man, of kingdoms and petty wars. Midlothia and the Fartherlands are at each others throats as King Falgoron begins a deluded quest to form an empire. The economy of the western kingdoms is fading so that they must find a way to attract settlers and trade, or risk settling into a life of wretchedness and stagnation. The free states remain uncaring of the affairs of the other kingdoms, not realizing how dangerous it is to ignore the tensions mounting at their borders, and they concentrate on growing fat from trade. Naria mobilizes her scant army for an attack from the Fartherlands once Midlothia has been conquered, knowing they can’t stand against the self-proclaimed emperor and will be swallowed back into the land they separated from years ago. Northreach and Vistenhold are aware of little that goes on in the larger kingdoms, content to live out their simple lives and believing themselves safe behind the mountains.