...Moontower behind me, and the dreams of The Strange Strait a distant and fading memory, I continued over the Imperial Bay. It still astonished me, the amount of travelers who came along this white-stoned behemoth, flowing westward like a spring creek.
Nestled in a mountain pass between Euri and Durvia, the city of Set’s Watch plays an important role in the history of Nillin without even considering its role in modern trade. With its zeal for building and an innate passion of public works, Set’s Watch boasts more than one of Ocrary’s most intriguing achievements in architecture and design. Foremost among them, the Ellethine Crypts.
As I now write this, I have already dispatched a small sailing vessel, The Wind's Friend, to look into the abnormalities that have been sighted. Alongside this, I have requested the immediate transportation of an Imperial Historian, and a ranking Druid from Greyspear. They are to be expected in the next few tenday.
The Grey Withers. Soulwasting. Gate-plague. Ek'grat. Magesickness. Loviatar's Opus.
No matter the name, it is spoken in fear and hate throughout the Sisters of Tempest. The disease which has felled a hundred kingdoms, a thousand cities, and at times, saved us all.
Due south of the Northern Athalan Empire and southeast of Durvia, nestled high in the Rackamack Mountains, you’ll find one of Nillin’s oldest cities and most unexpected trading hubs. Overlooking the Bay of Set to the west, and Southern Ocrary to the East, Set’s Watch serves as a critical distribution point for trade throughout Nillin, while serving as a picturesque home to its diverse denizens.
According to Gnomish lore, their people came to Nillin early in The Awakening Era, arriving from their home, Behrdoo, which had been, rather fantastically, overrun by mimics. The known gates to Behrdoo have now been sealed for centuries, but that’s a story for another day.
The origins of the Empire are shrouded in myth so fantastic that even the most astute historian such as myself has difficulty properly explaining the events that birthed this moon-spanning kingdom. Some claim that a God of War found young Athala and raised her to be a weapon against the apostates to the south. Others claim that the charismatic and cursed Goliath brought together the peninsula with sheer force of will to right the wrongs of the worlds.
What is known however, is that an era long ago, a young Goliath cursed with Tiefling blood rose to prominence in the northern end of Jagen. Through her own formidable power and an increasing army of disenfranchised non-humans and power-hungry merchants, she conquered to the edges of the land in only a handful of seasons.
As a noteworthy historian and academic, and also the author of this volume, I cannot express my excitement vigorously enough to be standing here at the edges of history. The Athalan Era - those years marking the rise of Athala I and the birth of her Empire - has come to a close.
After the precipitous fall of the World Gates leading to-and-from Dawnhome, a great panic overtook Bastion, exposing cracks in the Empire’s foundation. In a violent coup, General Tabo ended Athala’s bloodline and seated himself upon the throne.
In an infinite universe, there are more wonders than could ever be known. Of the wonders we do know, The Gates of Tempest stand out for the mystery of their origin as much as their role in shaping society throughout the Moons of Tempest.