A land that has stayed constant for centuries upon centuries, Iyrida is a place of relative security. Long ago, the world was run by humans, however they fell from power in an event called Kardos’ Fall. After this, the races of the night rose from their servitude and inherited the earth. Determined never to make the same mistake that humanity did, these races banded together to prevent anything they considered hubris. This is why, for the past several centuries, nothing has changed in Iyrida.
However, there are hushed whispers floating around. Whispers that there are those questioning the gods’ power. Whispers that the humans are stirring underground. Whispers that there is change coming. And in Iyrida, change is equivalent to death.