Magiea was ours. It wasn’t perfect, but it was ours. We had our ups and downs. Sure there was war and crime and all that, but it was ours. Green fertile lands, and sprawling deserts. Wondrous kingdoms built under beautiful blue skies. From the crystal halls of the wind forge and the Sirtan to great orc tribes in the west. Magiea wasn’t perfect, but it was ours. Even where there wasn’t peace there was an understanding.

It all changed the night Valion fell. In a single night of fire and blood the mighty Dragon Born were cut from tens of thousands to a mere handful, and it happened in their own city. Dark brought metal men, riding steel horses, and piloting house sized metal monsters. Blasting light and glowing orbs that tore through Valion’s arcane defenses and massive stone walls like dry leaves. By dawn the amount of Dragon born, arguably the most powerful race on Magiea, had fallen en masse.

With the arcane fading and the Dragons that have been missing for decades, it was all too easy for a new power to rise. This was the foot hold for the Riet Corporation to take hold. Their first assaults were on the greenskins. The orcs suffered the greatest. Hundreds of thousands of the orcs were slaughtered. The Green Skin war raged between the armoured Riet corporation soldiers who cut the orcs down on every battlefield. With beams of light from their strange metal weapons and never ending metal creations, the orcs didn’t stand a chance.

When the Enclave Arcanium was approached by the combined might of the greenskin tribes we all thought that the momentum would swing back against the Riet armies. The Enclave, in their infinite wisdom, decided to take a stance of neutrality. A decision that would haunt them. When the greenskin war was over and the Orcs were all but extinct, Riet rested its gaze on the Enclave. No one knows if someone was on the inside working for Riet or not, but the outcome was clear.

The Enclave was obliterated in short order. The ruby tower being the last of the great colleges to fall, creating the legend of the Final 9. The last nine students to have graduated from an actual school. Once it was discovered that the Riet corporation's technology caused magic to go wild, it went down hill for the mages. The world of the arcane fell in a final blinding curse that scorched Mageia for miles in all directions.

Now we live in a different world altogether. We live in a world of fear, and anger. A world of genocide and xenophobia. The new world slowly pushing the old off a dark cliff. Some have risen up and fought back. The mountain dwarves of Short Mountain, The Black Iron tribe, and the Blades, all stalwart groups fighting the good fight. Especially now that anyone with the arcane ability is hunted by Riet, the corporation spreads like a flood toward our inevitable destruction.

Once it was ours though.

Sincerely,

Orren Tillstaff