"The fabric between realities had been shorn apart
like parchment in the desert. The sun was sundered in two and seven new
moons rose into the night sky. Seas boiled and theearth melted. The mighty
floating cities of the decadent Archeans crashed to the earth and the land
of Simbar sank below the churning waves of the Azure Ocean. "On the continent of Talislanta, Submen tribes
devoured and ravaged everything the horrors spilling from the netherrelms
left behind ... and we fell like wheat to their blades."And then a savior appeared. As the other High Masters
panicked and died, or fled ongolden
ships .. one took pity on us and lead us to safety. Archimandius, savoir
of the Landeborne, lead our exodus to the land of Alcedon, out of the reach
of the savage blades. "But the earth
was dying. Pierced through the heart by dark magics and misguided power.
For years, her death throes shook the ground below our sanctuary. And then
with her final breath he took it upon herself to spare our meager lives.
Before she ripped apart and vanished into the void, she gave one final heave and caste our land into
the sky. The finale gift from the land of our birth; solitude and safety
as we float in our sanctuary upon the mists of the void."
from the "Alcedian Pandects..
"Or so we once believed.... "But we hear the knock of adventurers from beyond the Worldsedge
and we listen to their tales. They claim we are not an island in the ether,
but like a leaf above the land we once thought lost. Tales told by men
driven mad by the maelstrom beyond the edge of the world. "And yet these tales intrigue me.... "We have many treasures and secrets hidden in the vaults below the
Sanctum, most have lain untouched since before the exodus. The Pandophists
and Archivists will be sent into the vaults to look for proof of a myth,
for evidence of this forgotten land called Talislanta"
--letter from the Hierarch's Chamber
to the Chief Guildmasters