Hello weary traveler, sit down while I weave a tale for you. Long ago just before the beginning of the 5th Era of Fenwrath there was a choice made that would decide the fate of millions across the land. A mad god rose in place of a new pantheon and the planes were once again sundered.
On that fateful day it began as any other, snowy in the mountains to the North and humid among the Southern coastline. Though peace is not a constant in Fenwrath there was plenty of it that day, or so most people thought. Thwarted of his ascension by natural means as he was not blessed with a divine mote, a half-elven man named Robin the Duke of Picarro made other plans. In the shadows and finally after years of toil and tireless searching he had found the last in a series of artifacts known as the Shards of Chaos. With these Shards he rebuilt the artifact crafted from each of the gods power to correct the planes following the Calamity. With this rebuilt artifact and a wave of his hand he forged his own Divine Mote. The resulting blast of chaotic energy shattered his mind and with it the Prime Material.
In the blink of an eye the center of Fenwrath was torn apart with arcane energy that screamed out from Robin and the artifact. The wave caused the very planes themselves to merge and overlap once more. Demons from the Abyss began spilling out in the east devouring those in their way and rending flesh from bone. The mountain ranges of the Bonespire split, spilling forth giants from the very earth. In western Fenwrath, Halite and Mistveil are swarmed with devils and abominations. Many people were stolen away and traded like cattle, forced into sadistic games, or worse yet their souls were eaten for the pleasure of their new masters. Within the Direwood the Fey Queen Leasandre, emerged taking one look around at what was once a beautiful garden now crawling with pathetic beings and civilization. Queen Leasandre commanded her subjects to the Perpetual Hunt seeking all who opposed her. In the capital of Fenwrath a false hope emerged as the angels stepped into the Prime Material. The priests and priestesses watched with horror as the very beings they prayed to for guidance, began to purge the city of all malcontents, slaughtering any they deem to have a tainted heart. From warrens of thieves, to people on the streets whose hearts are seen as corrupt the number of dead grew until they are satisfied.
In Darkwell to the North a lone dragonborn stood over the bodies of those he had vanquished, the souls of the six dragons he slaughtered scream in agony and resentment as he subjugated them to his will. He looked to the south where he can see a beam of pure energy from the center of the country. A smirk crossed his draconic features, his liege was successful and so was he. The dragon souls inside him and the blending of the planes activated his divine mote, shifting and mutating his physical appearance. He bellowed out a roar awakening a deep magic in the mountains once dormant, causing all the eggs in the mountains to begin to crack and rock in their attempts to hatch. Before this dragons were all but extinct. Now all types were once again going to return to the realm with their only teacher being a tyrant of hate and pain who wished nothing more than to release hellish chaos across the realm. Lareth looked to the south and with new found wings flew towards the beam of light. He would bow to no man or god but himself.
Accelerated by the powers of his new found godhood, he arrived in front of Robin and challenged him. They fought for a grueling three days and two nights leaving the surrounding landscape scarred and devastated. With a final push Robin reached out and took hold of the powers he had gifted to Lareth and pulled at the strings. Lareth, on his last legs had no energy to fight and felt his very essence being pulled from him. In that moment Lareth sent the fury of all the dragons lashed within him through the strings attached to his former patron. Robin met this storm of power head on and deflected it toward the stars. The explosion of energy was hurled toward the closest of Fenwrath’s moons, Chaotis, shattering the moon. As Robin looked to the Betrayer in front of him. With Lareth near death, Robin raised his hand to vanquish the delinquent. Unfortunately he was interrupted as the moon rained death around him. Robin exercised his will unto Lareth subjugating him as his second in command.
And thus the end of Fenwrath began and the domain of Apocalypse was born.
Created by Jacob Martin
Fenwrath and Ebriom Homebrew 
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