Once, in the land of Viridon, over the great lake of Limnis, there was a town named Rune. The people of Rune lived off fish and traded the fine river-silk strands with the Elves and Amazons, in return for grain and salted meat. Wizards of the far-off lands protected the citizens with their majic. The town slowly grew, thriving off the great lake, until it could grow no more. It was the richest town in all of Viridon.

"With every sun, there is shadow"

The Wizards had warned of this. The darkness from outside the borders was creeping in, bloodthirsty, consuming the light. Specters crept around the unguarded new edges. Spirits slithered through the cracks. The area was so great that more and more wizards had to be hired for protection, until eventually no more could be found. The Wizards fought bravely, selflessly, their thoughts only for the townsfolk. Many were consumed by the dark, until they were forced to retreat and evacuate the town. The once magnificent floating port lay in rubble and ruins, the tale of many years' war.

47 years later, the town of Rune is but a myth to those who did not live there at the time. As a consequence of the recruitment, very few wizards are left in existence, and the townsfolk are left as wanderers, no longer the proud, prosperous community that had once lived there.