Ovos-Origins

Half a millennia ago the Sun's face began to crawl with strange signs. The elven arcanists were first to decipher its message of doom. Before the next generation of elves would reach adulthood the star would die in a great conflagration, flinging the ashes of its consumed planets to the deep darks of the Far Realms. Thus began the greatest magical working since the construction of Moonbridge.

Diviners fled forward down the paths of prophecy. The pyre behind them lit many futures; but only one with a light at the other end and races to see it. Speaking with one voice they called to all surface dwellers as the runes on the Sun became comprehensible to all. “ Know now your fate is flames. All that will be again will turn within. All that stands now shall make a way for them. The seed quickened by fire shall be the bridge to new life.” With many voices in secret councils the spoke one plan: to make of their world a vessel to carry their peoples on a voyage through the outer darkness to the warmth of a new star. The next two generations of the short-lived races delved a new arcana while the elves and dwarves built enigmatic artifacts of Magic and Craft. As the sun blazed into its final year the culmination of this Magnum Opus Mundi was at hand.

The world shook. The sun seemed closer and the closest town farther away. Great rifts cleaved the surface of the world that was. A new sun had been born. Within the very bowels of the planet the new arcana had used power of the old to open a pulsing rift of generative energy. Thus was begun the Lost Year and the Dark Pilgrimage.he greatest magical working since the construction of Moonbridge.