Varna

The year is 119 after the black sun. The realm of Mycenae has only recently won their freedom from the now fractured Empire to the west. The High Elves have remained in isolation to the rest of the world around them, only sending out small forces of "lesser" elven kind from their realm of Illaron to report back on the affairs of others. Many say the gods have left the world to it's own devices, having already intervened to save it over two millennium ago.... or so the elven stories go. Others believe they are here, walking among us. As an old man or white stag. Though only the gods themselves may know the truth. One thing is clear in the world, magic from lengends of old has resurfaced in the past centery. There are even those among men that still may recall a time when sorcerers were nothing more than fables, used to scare children. Now, they have new horrors to keep them awake at night. As magic has returned, so have the beast of myth. They stock the wilds of the world, venturing ever closer to civilisation with each passing year.