Last 23 Days

It’s the 4th in the season of the Moulting, and 23 days ago on the 72nd of the season of the Seed-spring and winter respectively-all hell broke loose. A virus, a disease, an infection-whatever it may be-has left the empire of Kharaszin, the largest empire on the continent of Culderuum, in a state of madness. Worse, they say the outbreak has seeped into the whole of the continent, affecting all of Culderuum. Men and women affected by the blight go insane, and their bodies reject itself; animals and plants are now abominations of their former image. The Only hope, seemingly, is that within the city walls of Khastiff a haven has been established. The people of Kharaszin unaffected by the blight have begun to fill the streets of Khastiff. Formerly the seat of power in Kharaszin, Khastiff is now a beacon of hope in a forsaken land. The Dragons have once again become weaved into the story of hominid life, and an avatar of the Golden Dragon Flight, Astaraxin, has comfortably taken the role as leader of this hopeful city in it’s time of need. This is unusual indeed, for very rarely do Dragonkind involve themselves in the goings on of the earth dwellers in these most recent times. But these are the times you live in, when Madness is lurking in the depths of souls, and even the Dragons must come down from their cradles to save life from annihilation, lest the Madness take them in time as well.

Last 23 Days

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