The Sundering

Once the world was a much larger place, indeed even Allornus was almost twice the landmass that it now represents. Old charts drawn by the ancient ogiere, known as the mariners, depict the world, comprised of two great continents: the Isle of Myr, now known as Allornus, and the Isle of Men. All of this changed thanks to a horrific event known in most histories as The Sundering. All histories agree that the world was broken in the year 3001 KS, some two millennia past, and ended nearly two centuries hence. Thanks to long-lived and long-civilized races like the Mhulak it seems certain that the time of the sundering's ending is correct, but the fracturing of time means that the exact duration of the event, and thus its commencement, will forever be uncertain. As to the causes, the sundering was the result of the destruction of the Isle of Men, the southern continent of the world. Whether it is true that the Divh unmade that land in retribution for the murder of Nofus, or some great natural disaster befell the land, or rogue elementals escaped from their bonds and ran unchecked over the southern continent will likely remain a point of debate for all time, but what is certain is that the landsmen fled their ancestral home under unbearable cataclysms, and not long after they claimed new homes, with these growing horrors at their heels, waves like mountain ranges, liquid fire, lightening strikes the size of cities, world-spanning earthquakes and other such cataclysms tore the world apart, and few living at the time thought it was anything but the end of all creation.

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The apex of the sundering saw the Isle of Men forever lost beneath the waves, replaced by a rift of nothingness so vile even the seas could never fill the gap. The Ral and Ghans suffered enormous losses, with entire cities falling into the seas. The dead could not be counted. The southern Kelorns and Irians too faced collapsing mountains and all-consuming seas. The land now called Ahlonia broke violently away from the southernmost of the Knives as the land bridge was wrenched under the sea, as did the northern land known as Nardaan taking sparse Haedrasian settlers with in. An immense part of the northern glacier broke away from the mainland and drifted out of history with it’s Bärchak and Kardesian inhabitants on it.

For years, decades, millennia in some places after, the earth shook, storms tore holes in the sky revealing the shadow-world's bleak, blood-hued skies beyond. Time ceased, and the sundering lasted many eternities in a mere moment. The dead were so many that their souls could not pass over and were trapped in their death throes for days, mountains fell, lakes and rivers were torn into new shapes, the seas literally boiled, and rose up in mountain-ranges of froth and water and ravaged the coast, tearing the world to pieces as Allornus grew smaller daily as more and more of it was claimed by an angry sea. The earth grew mouths and screamed in pain, the clouds rained smoking blood, flesh turned to stone, and entire mountains turned to flesh. Winds comprised of frozen fire stripped men to mere bones, and dull metal rain like daggers flayed those it struck. It was a time of unimaginable horror.

And then, as suddenly as it started, the sundering stopped, and the survivors saw the skies close and the dead rest and took stock of the new shape of their world, and who remained alive in it. It is said that one in every four dozen mortals who had been in the world survived these unbearable years of pain, fear and destruction, but survive they did. Even today, terrible storms and monstrous swells, known as the Memories of the Sundering still remain in the world - an impossible fragment of the moment the world died, if only for a moment.