Oblivion

Nuyö, as it is known to outsiders, remained untouched by the demonic invasion for centuries. Shutting out any outsiders, the land preserved its culture despite living without most modern technologies. The ashen desert land- as the locals call it, Mournhold -remained populated by the twisted flora and fauna that would almost seem alien to anyone from the other continents. The people, of course, had become even more twisted, with skin ranging from a pale, natural colour to entirely grey and volcanic red eyes.

Populated by numerous guilds, the Bitter Coast region of Mournhold is known for its various vices. Each guild serves a different purpose; Assassination, drug dealing, prostitution, and yet all remain legal. This story opens in the Bitter Coast, and deals with the problems within it.

During a common day, the skies darkened by clouds of ash and the heat beating down on the people of the Bitter Coast, the city of Rovone was bustling with swindlers, gutter rats, and honest fishermen hoping to sell their stock among the crowd.

Walking among the crowd was a young male named Orethi Fa. Belonging to the Ash Beaches, Orethi was a stranger in this city, knowing no one and only coming when bored.

A grey-skinned man, tall and threatening, bumped into Orethi. His hand grasped for a coin-purse of some sort, though it could not find one. He walked away, irritated, before quickly finding another target among the streets.

His new target was a portly man who bore the branding of a guild he did not recognize. He almost seemed out of place, with his neatly trimmed hair and clean clothing. Unbeknownst to the thief, the man, Abram, worked in Thales as a scientist. He was only visiting Mournhold to visit his family.

This did not occur. Nuyo was decimated by a meteor sent from the heavens.