It is the year 734, Gabranthian calendar. Just 14 short years ago, no one knew about Gabranth. It was a back water nation, with no military or force to guide it. They had a seemingly humble king who always held the people’s best interests at heart. The people tried their best to make ends meet. There was always a shortage of food so people often went hungry. One day however, things suddenly changed. Crops grew incredibly well, the people grew strong, they multiplied. They developed advanced technology, things that would usually take half a century for most nations, just several years for Gabranth. It was a night and day experience. They spread their kingdom swiftly and their influence grew to make them become the most feared and respected kingdom in the world. 14 years passed, bringing it back to the present. No one knew why all this fortune fell upon them, but the people were truly happy. A few days before the kingdom was destroyed, the townspeople noticed an overcast sky above Castle Gabranth. It remained there for 4 days. During this time, the townspeople could hear yells of anger and fear emanate from the Castle. On the 4th day, the king sent his son, along with some other adventurers on their most powerful airship on a vaguely written out mercantile mission. About 20 minutes out, they look back to bid the kingdom a temporary farewell. But just as they do, they see a dark power rise out of the sky. A power that no one could relate to anything ever seen before. Swirls of darkness appeared and consumed buildings. Giant dark hands filled with blades on all sides cut through people while firing a barrage of powerful magics only read about in books. Quickly the kingdom was engulfed in a black flame. People burned in an inextinguishable fire, burned to their very soul. Just as they had prospered from nothing, they had everything taken away, down to nothingness. The adventurers sat there in the airship in morbid astonishment of the events that have just taken place.