The world of Zostrora was a world were the times of legends came and went often with both great progress and destructive results to show as a result. This caused such times to be both feared and reveared by the people of the world. Feared for they would have to live in such dangerous times again reveared because of the great acts done and legendary treasures left behind for those to come after them.

One such great treasure left behind was the lighthouse of Alexdra. One of the great wonders of the world as it shown one of the brightest lights in Zostrora. It was the only thing keeping the dark terrible beast in the dark ink see from tearing the lands of Zostrora apart

The common people lived in wonder of the heroes born and the great deads they commited in the legendary era. The people also shuddered in horror of what the villains at the time did at the horrors they unleashed upon the world. The children of the common man often pretended to be the heroes and villains replaying the legends if the past.

Once such story of legend the children loved to play out was the story of the battle between the dwarven villain Fotin and elven heroin Amra. The elven druid Amra had defended the wood under her protection against the brutal assault from the dwarven alchemist Fotin who wanted drain the forest dry of all its worth. Children liked to play the story because they got pretend to command army of animals or pretend to have access to unending explosives either way they had fun.

The leaders feared such times because it was time of testing as the leaders of empires and kingdoms were pushed to their limits to maintain their domain. It was a time were if disasters were not shattering countries it was the revolutionaries toppling the government to bring about the change they wanted. If thrvleaders survived and if their realm did as well they would be legend.

One such legendery king would be Leocres a legendary king of the lion people who kept his people together despite constant assaults by hyena raiders and dealing with droughts at the same time. This was unlike his neighbor the crodile king who found his kingdom undone by a revolutionary simply known as the ticker.

Even the gods both loved and feared the times of legends. As they could find their pantheon flipped upside down with their leaders overthrown or outright slayne. But for the ambitious young god it was a time to improve their standing among their compatriots. For those older gods of they could shelter the storm and defeat all those who dared to come for their throne they would find their power increased greatly through new believers inspired to faith in seeing their demonstration of might.

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One god of a pantheon that was made up of desert gods found himself growing in power as many powerful sand storms began to tear through the land far more than ever before. So he Olios god of sand found his power increasing as people needed him to cross the dessert and not be left to die in the desserts endless sands. This was just one of many tales of the gods benefit g from the untantural increasing of natural disasters that will occur in a time of legends.

So it was sufficed to say none escaped unscathed from the storm that was a new era of legends. None were spared none would be safe from the times reach as it did not distinct from class, race, gender or even creed. For in a ere of legends the blood flood flows as champions kill each other across the world.

This was a darker aspect of the times of legends as great city burned. Thousand were slaughtered whether they were soldiers fighting on vast battfields or farmers fleeing for the lives in fields. Ancient works would be lost as others would be discovered while others still would be destroyed never to be found again. These were among the many tragedys and miracles of the time of legends as the innocent were slaughtered, the evil butchered and work of good destroyed as well of artifacts of evil sealed away never to be seen again.

Sadily for Zostrora the time of legends was upon them once again though only a few had noticed the early signs of a new age of legends but it was starting once again whether they knew it or not. So whoever you are whatever you may be may the fates whatch over you because only they can help you in times of bloody chaos such as these.

The fates watched from the realms above Zostrora watching and cataloguing all that happened all that was destroyed as well as all that was made at the time it happened. They were the only one who knew the total truth of history they knew that not all villains were truly villainous and not all heroes were truly heroic. Though they would never go down to Zostrora to correct the record as it was not there place to do such things they merely kept a total record of all things no more no less.

As all went about there business both the knowing and the ignorant to prepare for the next age of legends or to go about their lifes as they had for years before there was one god who was preparing though he was sure it wouldn't be enough like all the times before. Phabium was a god of monsters in fact he was the greater god of all monsters.

He was trying to prepare for the time of legends that as would be when all the civilized races champions both heroes and villains alike sharpened their skills slaughtering those under his domain. He had tried time and time again to prepare to keep as many as his monsters alive as possible trying plan after plan only to have it fail as they only survived because they bounced back from the edge of extinction quickly.

" Perhaps this time it will be different." Phabium said quietly to himself in his realm above Zostrora as God of all monsters. He hoped as he always did every time a new age came that this age of legends would be different and each time it was the same those he sheparded slaughtered despite his best efforts but perhaps this time it would be different.