With the Atlantean boot no longer on their backs, the human kingdoms rejoice & throw off their puppet kings. It is this world in which you, the last Children of Atlantis, wash up from the Sea.
Description:
For ten thousand years, Atlantis ruled the Earth. From the winged children of Black Aerie to the ophidian witches of Graven Reach to the merchant princes of Bazzan, every human bent knee to the Empire of Air and Darkness. But now, Atlantis has fallen. Rumors spread of the Sea of Sorrows boiling and rising to drink the shining towers, or of Mount Bleak exploding in a rain of hellfire, or of an impossible tempest surrounding the isle. Only one thing is certain: for a decade, the indigo triremes of the Atlantean fleet have not stopped to call in the kingdoms of humanity, nor has any vessel sent to trade or treat with them returned. With the Atlantean boot no longer on their backs, the human kingdoms rejoice and throw off their regents and satraps, entering an age of giddy prosperity and bloody war. It is this world in which you wash up upon the shore of the Sea of Sorrows.