The Lore of Iriliath

Once, aeons ago, there was only void. Some say the void is a dark land for the souls of the tormented, or a land of hope for the souls of the worthy. The truth however, lies in the hands of its believer. Every faith has it's own vision of the beyond, and to it's believers this is the only truth. Oddly, one fact is common in every faith. The void is the source of life. It is energy in it's rawest form that the void emanates, and this energy gives life to our world. However, there are two sides to every coin, and the void's duality is no different. What is life without death? Death is the natural conclusion to life, and through death new life can begin. The death of one nurtures the existence of another. That is the nature of the world.

Centuries ago, a civilization matured that exalted in life, and light. They shunned death, and denied it's neccessity. In their arrogance they harnessed the void's energy to lengthen their own lifespans. The balance was destroyed. Overpopulation grew rampant, and starvation took lives by the thousands. Chaos reigned. The survivors scattered into hostile groups, fighting for the last of the resources. In time there was nearly no one left. The last of the survivors scattered like ash on the wind.

Small groups of survivors established colonies and tried to remake their lives. Their descendants are what now make up the 3 tribes Renerkii, Trophilities, and Dagnar.

This is where your tale begins....