The gods are gone. They left some time ago, for reasons only they know. Before, we had continual communication with our creators and they freely offered guidance through their clergy. Now, there is nothing but our best guesses and the teachings with which they left us. Every year, tales of monstrous animals corrupted by some force unknown to the world reach further and further. More and more land becomes too dangerous to hold.

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  We live on regardless, we work and love and live and die and fight still. For what else can we do? we are not gods, we are not capable of the grand feats of creation and destruction spoken of by the priests of Cerrig, Ynni, Hudolus and Meddwl.

  At least, that is what I thought before today.