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Chapter 1

The storm raged across the Sea of Despair and sailors
cursed. The tiny guardians of the ancient Ashes tilted their heads
frightened, yet accepting. It was a storm beyond that which those who lived
off the Sea of Despair could remember cursing for many a season. This storm
that lashed the shores of the sea from out of the Ysigrith swamplands was
like none other seen in this age.

An ill omen some muttered. Perhaps nexus magic at work again. But nexus magic
it was not, for this storm was born of the natural world. Yet it WAS born of
a world tired and aggrieved. It was an entropic yet natural response for a
world crying out in retribution and seeking to break through the muffled ears
of city walls and dwarven caves. It was an event of an age, and as the sea
lashed against long standing rocky shores, so did the world birth chaos that
night to lash against an age of Order.

What could make sense of the small saurian girl that rose from the depths
and dark Heart of Ysigrith. Yet when the old saurian druid found her standing
their naked, scales a swirl of gray, and the tiniest spikes down the back of
her tail, the venerable druid was not surprised. An answer to an age waiting.
In his ancient wisdom he considered all that had gone before and knew it
could be far worse.. yet this one would not be tainted by the dark heart of
Ysigrith. This one would blend the saurian way of Weh and Sra. Then the
ancient druid who had seen ages come and go froze, for the girl looked up,
and in her eyes, lightning was reflected. Chaos, so much chaos. A grey path
she might walk, but destruction and turmoil were in her eyes. It was an
Age's response, born of Ysigrith, to the established order of Thera. And
the grand hierophant of Ysigrith wondered, standing there in the swampy tumult
of rain and lightning, how much of the world she must tear down to born again
a world renewed.