The world is as it has always been – in chaos.
Faer has lost its way. The sylvankind are refugees from the ever-expanding human population, the resources seem to be evaporating as though by magic. Tensions run high and bitter between nations, and each is scrambling to protect its own borders and its own cultural identity, whatever the cost to others.
It’s true there are monsters here. Giant creatures swathed in scale and slime. But the monsters that are the most dangerous are the monsters inside of us, the monstrous hearts of our fellow man, woman, elf.
Faer has lost its way. It is almost as though there is something they have forgotten, something from long ago, some gentle tapping inside their minds that is desperate to reveal itself once again. It just needs to be released.