The Olde Worlde is dead...

The Old Worlde is dead, its inhabitants scattered amongst the stars

In the blink of an eye everything was taken from us. Out of spite, jealousy, and vile pride our home was destroyed and cast into the abyss. None can say how many lives were snuffed out in those brief, violent moments but we know that its number does not have a name in our language.

By some twist of fate, various inhabitants were sucked into the void and spat out in some alternate plain of existence. Entire cities were swallowed in the consuming dark and given birth in the new world of Mantica peppering the abandoned places of this strange land across the Ardovikian Plain. These strange survivors were staggered to find themselves inexplicably saved from the destruction of their old home and after singing praises to whatever entity they attributed their salvation to they set about establishing themselves in their new home.

In conjunction with their arrival to the new world, great meteors began falling to the earth. Each one containing valuable Starmetal that wizards and kings sought after desperately in order to forge great artifacts and unlock secret depths of arcane power. Word began to spread of the star shower over the Ardovikian Plain and expeditions were launched to search for the priceless material.

The survivors now prepare to defend their homelands and the caches of Starmetal they have already claimed from the advancing armies that threaten their newfound homelands.