The hourglass drips on and on, and over time history fades.
What is truth to a king? A tyrant? A god?
And you? What do you value most?
Once upon a time, the land of Aspasia prospered under the peaceful rule of a grand council. Now it's kingdoms lay shattered, its people divided, and its most ancient civilization forgotten. After a thousand years of struggle and the recent opening of ancient portals, long considered obsolete, the world is changing, and its inhabitants struggling. Each choice, each decision, now more important than ever. And you? Which side will you choose?
Inland from the portals lies vast rolling hills and green meadows. Throughout this lush grassland, many streams streams flow, and the ground is littered with flowers of all kinds through the entire year. It is beautiful and the weather mild, but the mystery and magic from the portals still holds sway on the land. Fairy rings are common here, and sometimes it seems little huts or blue-stone rings randomly appear and then disappear after a few days. Night is also mysterious and magical. Little sprites made of light dance around in the air, some friendly, some malevolent, approaching visitors and then disappearing into the unknown with little rhyme or reason. Some leave gifts, others have mal-intent, most are just curious. Either way, they leave they leave mystery and magic in their wake.