The Majis Folly

Era beginning/end

The pivotal event of the world that gave the Time of Pain its name.

It is said in those moments that passed after the gods had left the greatest civilizations of the ancient world all fell, the magic was changed, the Majis hubris headed not the clerics who all wept for they knew the truth of what had happened. They warned the magi but they did not listen, the 7 heads of the colleges all came together in the capital and decided that if it was true and the gods had left then they would be the new gods. They prepared a ritual the greatest working of magic that had ever been attempted.   The day came and the seven placed themselves in the formation at the top of the citadel tower, each at the point of a seven-pointed star that had long been the symbol of their order. They looked out at the city and the lake that it stood at the centre of. Countless boats were floating out there all hoping to witness the birth of the new gods.   They each began to chant and they all began to do the section of the spell that was their responsibility. As the spell came to an end for a moment nothing happened, the magi looked around at each other and were confused. Then the price was paid. The seven men and women stood on the tower each watched as their companions all were warped at twisted their bodies broke out in hideous painful boils, their arms or legs shrivelled up and fell away from their bodies, two among them their flesh tore away revealing a mass of tentacles and mouths and another grew to a tall gaunt creature with dripping fangs and claws, both of these leapt onto the others and began to rip them apart. Hearing a scream the head of the order a woman whose name is lost to time turned and looked out across the city to see that the great lake had been turned to sand and the verdant parks in the centre of the city and the forests at the edge of the lake were all dead and lifeless. As she looked out at this and then down at her blackened arm that was clearly dying. Some say she tried to draw in a breath to scream but realised she no longer knew how to breathe others say her heart had stopped beating at all even when she still lived. Unable to take any more she stepped forward and off the edge of the building, hoping to fall to her death but even that was denied her as a pair of large leathery wings burst forth from her robes and beat hard holding her aloft.   The capital fell that day and with it the world at large. The head of the magi was the only survivor from the order and she isolated herself from the world. Locked away. Some say in guilt some say in determination. But that was 400 years ago the world is a new one now. Magic is a feared and respected tool that few can wield and even fewer choose to. The gods have not returned to us and the clerics have not either there are few who still remember the god's and say their words but most do not believe they ever existed. For the names of the gods, the writings of their religions and the symbols of their faiths vanished from the world with the clerics.