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Meet the Burdyr! Once a subterranean species, the Burdyr now make their home wherever they can, be it on the surface or deep underneath Asteros and Enteros. Longely unknown and unseen by most species of the realm, the Burdyr lived in an underground city known as Eluvia. Near silverpaw in northern Asteros, Eluvia traded with the mining colonies of Asteros and the Burdyr's tunnels stretched as far as Goldshimmer to maximize trade across the province. However when Silverpaw was abandoned due to Draygoon activity in the area, trade with Eluvia stopped and many Burdyr abandoned their underground home for a life above the surface. This caused the s

 The Orders of Asteros are unofficial organizations, groups of individuals that have earned some sort of renown, or ancient groups that existed before the Guilds Association existed. These orders aren't taking members officially but you may use them for backstory and lore The Cult of Ash The Cult of Ash is an order of Anarchist mages that are mysterious and secretive. Not much is known about them save for their history. The Cult was born in the closing years of the Great Enslavement, when Sil'dara caused all species in the realm to become both magical and immortally ageless. Once the soul wielders of Anarchist magic, the Draygoons tradema

 The Orders of Asteros are unofficial organizations, groups of individuals that have earned some sort of renown, or ancient groups that existed before the Guilds Association existed. These orders aren't taking members officially but you may use them for backstory and lore The Traditionalists The legacy of the Traditionalist Order (sometimes referred to as the Order of the Ancient Way) is as old as Asteros itself. It was founded after the fall of the Ancient Black Draygoons, and more specifically in the name of Ashwing herself. Traditionalist Draygoons believe what the Ashborn believed to be their destiny, that they and they alone are the s

 Broken Moon Epilogue click the box below for music It was a cloudy day on the shores of Coastilli, as the orange sky broke free in parts to shine down beams of putrid light on the remains of the world below. The war camps of The Queen of the dead were dim and dreary, quiet and bleak. There was no talking, no fighting, the simple and serene sound of silence was all that was heard. That was, until they appeared. First there was the thunderous sound of feet. A slow pace of two steps following each other. Thud.... Thud.... Thud. From the forest it was coming, and the guards turned their attention that way, preparing their weapons but remain