Like other fateful tales, the Chronicle of the Coming begins with a
prophecy. In times past when clerics worshipped together within the same
guild, before the Schism came to divide them, there was one such priest
who was known as Rodyn. He communed farther into the Darkness than any
had dared to, and felt the stirrings of plans being prepared. In his
unholy acts, he made prophecies of the rise of the shadows, and he
continued to probe the Darkness for the truth... until unexpectedly, he
stumbled upon something truly Ancient, something not meant for mortal
souls to behold. He vanished from Serin entirely.
As was prophesized, the Legion of Darkness rose, driven by a Dark Lord who
watched from the shadows. While the Knights fought them, other cabals
organized around their common beliefs. As time passed during this time of
conflict, another prophet came into power in Serin, and in his eyes he saw
Doom. The Legion was weak in numbers, while the Knights grew rich and
fearful of their personal wealth. The Mystics bickered with each other
about their differences. The Warlords found turmoil and inner fighting in
their leadership, while the Justices were corrupted by the lure of
profiting from their duties. It was the worst of times, and the second
prophet spread tidings of the ill things that have yet to come. Soon
enough, Serin shook when the Coming fell upon the land.
From where he returned no one will know, but Rodyn's wrath was a terror to
behold. Tapping into some great source of power, his power was Immortal,
and into the heavens did his charge lead. Strife and fighting filled the
land when the gods abandoned their watch of the mortals as they clashed.
The Dark Lord himself was felled by a word of power from Rodyn, and from
the unholy corpse Rodyn spawned countless demons to spread terror into the
now panicked populace. From the turmoil Zafrin drew upon immensely as the
Nexus of Chaos, while Rodyn fed on the power released by the dying. Even
the lesser gods hid themselves or fled from Serin, and abandoned the
mortals to their fate.
It was then that Stryth returned to rid the land of the corruption in
Serin -- through utter destruction. With power reminiscent of the original
Omnipotents, he purged the land of all mortal life. By force of will,
mountains were torn asunder so that new earth might flow from these
wounds, and oceans were vaporized to be filled once again with rain.
Serin was planted again with the seeds of races, and life sprung from the
land. The gods were reassembled, and they knew of the perilous balance of
their existence, and the terrible cost of abandonment...
And so begins the Second Age in Serin. Although the gods have preserved
the lore and traditions of the First Age, the world has been reforged
anew. Magic works in different and wondrous ways. Guilds have risen
around newly discovered talents and professions, and strange new creatures
and adventuring races roam the lands. The great city of Seringale has
been rebuilt, and Assassins stalk the crowds for their prey. New souls
are born into Serin every day, to breathe life into the faces of heroes
and villains. And history awaits to be written -- once again.
- as recorded by Burzuk the Second, Prophet of Doom