Time has passed...A great battle was fought against invaders from another time and another place. As the combined forces of the Savonians and the Chaos Nomads defeated the strange technological creatures to save their human existence, the neighboring kingdom invaded in full force. Four volunteers took the staff of the witch into the army's center and broke it. Great power spewed forth destroying the army, but also creating a fog of contentedness that quickly spread throughout the lands. No one knows how much time passed, but slowly heroes and warriors are coming-to, same as local citizens. The witch has disappeared, but somehow there's a feeling of darkness left behind. Could her agreement to give up her staff have a deeper meaning of EVIL? Come forth brave Heroes of all lands and find out!! It is a time to build and establish this land once and for all!!

Oh, the world is a hellish place...so much happens here that one's mind would seem to be blown away by the magnitude of it...
Since last time we gathered together, much has happened. The nations, being contented in their peace, drifted into a state of hazy catatonia. Not much is remembered of the past few years. As an added bonus, many of the player's hard-earned magic items disappeared some time during the haze, leaving many folks feeling less than 100%. The Empire is still thriving, but Lord Valkenor grows old and past his prime. He has no direct heir to take the throne...with no child, Lord Valkenor's dynasty will end, and the the throne will be passed to a "lesser relative".

The Chaos Nomads are no longer nomadic. The Chief of the Tribes decided to settle in the lands east of the Seamother River, a large piece of land, to raise a nation.

The people of the lands have noticed this one thing above all others: Something is strange. Rumors fly on the wind that the troubles are coming from the south, from the nasty wastelands there. Spending these last few years in a catatonic haze has left people with a restless feeling...a need for adventure.