Arcane magic reached its zenith nearly two millienia ago with the sorcerer-kings of Lux. Many dark secrets are buried beneath the sands of that desert, marked only by the occasional tower top that the windstorms briefly reveal. A little over a thousand years ago, The Sembrian ruler Cerephas the Chosen received his holy vision from Sol, the now deposed god of light. Cerephas claimed himself “Solaris” and became the first Kingpriest of the Sembrian Empire. As decree after decree came down from successive kingpriests, all who didn’t accept Sol as the only true God were exiled from the kingdom. Soon, they were simply executed. As Sol himself grew insane with power, he granted his holy armies great power in their cleansing campaigns to spread their beliefs to all of the provinces. As the empire grew, arcane magic was deemed heretical. The great arcane schools were forced into secrecy and hunted relentlessly by the Sembrians. Much knowledge was lost as powerful magical tomes and artifacts were confiscated and either destroyed or locked away in containment vaults until a safe means of disposing of them could be found. The Sembrians were never able to completely eradicate the mages as many small groups survived in hiding or fled far from civilized lands, even going so far as to hide on other planes of existence. As the father of the gods grew reckless in his insane jealousy and was banished by an alliance of his offspring, the last great empire fell. A series of natural disasters took place throughout the land, marked by a great mountain falling from the sky and striking the capital of the old empire. This time was known as the Days of Despair. There was a power vacuum left by the fallen empire. This was quickly filled by a resurgence of the monstrous races. They came in hordes, joined by races of evil men who had lived uncivilized for countless centuries hidden in the trackless primordial wilderness. The hordes came in, overwhelming the fractured and unprepared provinces of the old empire. Much more knowledge was lost as cities were looted, pillaged, and burnt to the ground. But the worst of the horrors was yet to come. A highly contagious plague spread rapidly through the land. It was known as the weeping plague. The clash and cries of the battlefield and besieged cities were silenced as the disease took its toll on all the races. Most of civilization was brought to its knees during those dark days, leaving the hollow shells of fortresses, charred remains of great cities, and crumbling, overgrown roads as a reminder of past glory.
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