In a time now lost to memory, the world of Aethel was whole. But from a cataclysm born of pride, the land was fractured, its continents cast into an endless sky. Now, all that remains is the Drifting Archipelago, a sea of floating islands where survival is a daily struggle. Yet, a singular hope, a whispered legend, endures: the Stillpoint. It is said to be the last anchor of the old world, a source of immense power that can reshape reality. Three factions now vie for this ultimate prize, each with a vision for the future. Their war will define what is to come.
In a time now lost to memory, the world of Aethel was whole. But from a cataclysm born of pride, the land was fractured, its continents cast into an endless sky. Now, all that remains is the Drifting Archipelago, a sea of floating islands where survival is a daily struggle. Yet, a singular hope, a whispered legend, endures: the Stillpoint. It is said to be the last anchor of the old world, a source of immense power that can reshape reality. Three factions now vie for this ultimate prize, each with a vision for the future. Their war will define what is to come.
Descendants of the ancient forest keepers, the Guard seeks to use the Stillpoint to heal the fractured world. They believe the cataclysm was a result of abandoning nature, and only by restoring the great forests of Aethel can balance be returned.
Believing that the old ways failed and nature is too chaotic to be trusted, the Collective puts its faith in logic, metal, and steam. They see the Stillpoint as the ultimate power source, an engine to mechanize the archipelago and build a new, orderly world from the ashes of the old.
Mystics who draw their power from the celestial bodies and the ambient magic of the sky-sea. The Seers view the Stillpoint not as a tool, but as a cosmic wound.
Eryn hails from the peaceful village of Eldervale, nestled deep within the whispering forests of the Verdant Realm. Eldervale is known for its lush greenery, ancient trees, and harmony between humans and nature spirits.
Lira comes from the mystical Moonshadow Glade, a hidden grove bathed in perpetual twilight and ancient magic. This secluded sanctuary is protected by the Moonshadow tribe, who are known for their deep connection to nature and arcane arts..