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As the age of kali's second 100 years drew to a close the mists of change
rolled through the realms of Cosrin. Lord Mazruk first appeared to mortals,
the order of the whisperers disbanded amid confusion and lies. The soul
blade cut its way into mortal hands, leaving a trail of broken souls as it
continued on its path through man and beast alike. Rumour spread of
Stormport opening its gates to Moorgates citizens and the heart of creation
became the focus of much attention, sought by many mortals determined to
leave no stone unturned. During such uncertain times the once great clans of
the earlier age began to falter, some clung to outdated doctrine, while
others forgot the principles of their founding.
While this took place in plain sight, behind closed doors men and women of
wisdom and knowledge began to gather. Those few who wished for a place to
discover, to learn and to implement without Moorgates fools and sheep
slowing their path, those who truly understood that anything done for
knowledge is beyond such folly as good and evil. They came blindly by
invitation, but few ever truly left for one reason or another. Together they
prepared for the start of the next 200 years, looking for what stood to be
gained, what should be preserved, and what swept aside for the new.
Shortly after that what little evidence of such happenings ever taking place
vanished. Rumour spread of a hidden hand, one that lifted what it pleased
with a gauntlet of power and a mask of shadow. The same hand was also said
to reward those of suitable calibre greatly.
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