In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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The marketplace of Agrabah was truly one of the wonders of the Worlds. At once beautiful and dangerous, mysterious and base, it was a World where the nimble thrived, and the dull perished.
the sun shone on the white sand and the dozens of canvases, covering dozens of stands, filled with the finest merchandise this side of the Jordan River. The smell of lamb roasting over fire filled the air, as well as spices, perfumes, fruits, and sweaty bodies packed in tightly for a day of shopping. Everything could be bought or sold here, from woven mats, to slaves.
“Step right up, don’t be shy! A collector’s trove have I!" Called a man from his tent, his wares on display, "Come here, look at this! Spices all the way from China! Oh yes! And see here, a green pearl! Have you ever seen anything like it? Yellow silk! Now that would lovely on you! And this here...oh now THIS is special, brought to you from along the dark and dangerous path of the Silk Road. A pretty, a bauble from a distant land, but perhaps so much more. Look at it, what do you see? Only a piece of highly reflective glass, but ah! They say it is haunted by a genie who will grant you wishes if only someone would wake him up. It’s yours. For a price.”
