Temple of the Moon

Years ago…

The moon hung like the keen blade of an executioner’s axe behind Aspect Voah Sahnsuur as she stood looking out over the edge of the sloping ramparts of the Shrine City of Ereuhin.

She could see the green mists that rolled and roiled over the lands beyond the border. The strange, smoke-like wafts of magik scattered outward and upward as they met an invisible barrier of divinity. The Forsaken Lands were full of a strange dark energy that had consumed large swathes of the old Mizaran border from Feos to Toth Amar to Morlah. So many old settlements had been lost to war and death and the final spell of Torkaus. The land now lay in ruin; a barren and misshapen wasteland full of danger, wild spells, spirits, mutants, and other curses.

Soon she would venture forth, with a group of other Arbiters in training, into the unknown to deliver and retrieve the sacred relics as one of her duties on the way to becoming an Arbiter of the Pillars.

The remnants of Ereuhin’s Temple of the Moon lay deserted just a few days journey southwest inland…