The Fulmination

The White Storm leveled the world.

From high above it was like a flash flood of clouds. White fluff blanketed the land in a torrent of wind and . Green lightning rose into the sky, flashing as grape vines dangling on an invisible trellis. Cyclonic funnels formed in valleys, spewing debris miles into the air. Worst of all, it arrived unforetold. The connection to magic had been severed and not a single magi was prepared for the disaster. The most powerful of archmages and devout of clerics could no longer conjure the simplest of spells. Mortals were left to their own devices and the White Storm was beyond their ability to manage.

For three months Mother Nature did her worst. When it was over, civilization had lost, the lands changed, and magic was a memory for the aged. Only those fortunate souls that sequestered themselves high atop mountains or deep within them were able to survive.

30 years later... The White Storm left behind a heavy fog, it roiled in the valleys and choked out anything that tried to venture within. The fog went by many names, the hacking zone, white , the gas, and many more enumerations. A month ago, after decades of corralling civilization, the fog began to recede.

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