Great Shardfall of Abexilas

The Great Shardfall of Abexilas, also referred to as Great Shardfall, was an event in Abexilas.
In the serene and verdant lands of Abexilas, where the Zerilin people lived in harmony with nature under the guidance of the Kaldrum faith, a calamity of unparalleled magnitude struck—a catastrophe that would be etched into the annals of history as The Great Shardfall of Abexilas.
For centuries, the Zerilin had revered the teachings of Kaldrum, worshiping the sanctity of the soil and greenery bestowed upon them. The forests whispered tales of the saints—Klyps, the guiding arrow in times of need, and Oleus, the powerful Klin who unified the Zerilin states. The Will of the Forest governed all, transforming those who strayed from the Carved Rules into Ruchiryn and Pochiryn, their deformities a testament to their transgressions.
However, tranquility was shattered on a day that began like any other. As the sun ascended, its rays illuminating the lush canopies of the Eternal Forest, the sky darkened with an ominous hue. The ground trembled, and a fissure formed, splitting the very fabric of the world. This was the Shardfall, a cataclysmic event that tore the land asunder, casting shards of reality into disarray.
The shards, once harmonious pieces of the world's essence, fell into chaos. As they rained down upon Abexilas, they disrupted the balance of nature, allowing malevolent forces to seep through the cracks. Among these forces were the Grims, a coven of evildoers who thrived on greed and destruction. Seizing the opportunity, they began to exploit the fractured world, amassing wealth and power through nefarious means.
The Carved Rules lay in tatters as the Grims multiplied their riches, spreading corruption like a blight. The once sacred land was tainted by their avarice, and the balance of Kaldrum was at the brink of collapse. Trees withered, rivers ran dry, and the animals fled in fear, sensing the malevolent aura that now permeated their home.
The Varch, the stalwart keepers of Kaldrum's teachings, convened in a desperate bid to restore order. Led by the wise Kuvan, Elaria, they sought guidance from the revered saints. Klyps, the Saint of Guidance, appeared in a vision to Elaria, imparting words of hope and wisdom.
"Fear not, for the forest's will is resilient," Klyps whispered. "Gather the pure of heart, those who remain untainted by greed. Seek the forgotten sigils of the Mala, for they hold the power to mend the shattered shards."
Elaria heeded the divine counsel and embarked on a quest, rallying the faithful Derno and Vertil to her cause. They ventured into the depths of the Eternal Forest, guided by the ancient Mala symbols etched into sacred texts and inscribed upon their very skin. These sigils, forgotten relics of a bygone era, were keys to restoring balance.
The journey was fraught with peril, as the Grims sought to thwart their every move. But the resolve of the faithful never wavered. Through trials and tribulations, they retrieved the sigils, each one a piece of the puzzle needed to heal their fractured world.
At the heart of Abexilas, Elaria and her followers gathered around the Great Oak, a tree believed to be the nexus of all life. With the sigils in hand, they performed a sacred ritual, invoking the Will of the Forest. Ancient Dieties from all Pantheons came together, like flocking to a light they see at the end of a tunnel. The ground quaked once more, but this time with a benevolent force. As the great Dieties of Abexilas united as allies against The Grims all beings with a asoul were cast out of the land into thrust into limbo. No one knows how long the battle in Abexilas took. All that is known is that the shards began to realign, knitting the fabric of reality back together. It could be seen from the void of limbo as a distant vision. When the sould of Abexilas returned the noticed the changes.
The Grims, stripped of their ill-gotten power, were transformed into Ruchiryn and Pochiryn, their true forms revealed as a testament to their transgressions. Balance was restored, and the land began to heal. Rivers flowed anew, trees blossomed, and the animals returned to their rightful homes. It was almost as though time was reset to just before the Shardfall. The Deities of Abexilas were no where in sight. But the world will not forget their endeavors. 
The Great Shardfall of Abexilas became a tale of redemption, a reminder of the enduring strength of the Kaldrum faith and the unwavering will of nature. The Varch, now more vigilant than ever, ensured that the Carved Rules were upheld, and the memory of those dark days served as a lesson for generations to come.
Thus, Abexilas emerged from the Shardfall, renewed and resilient, a testament to the enduring power of faith and the indomitable spirit of those who cherish the world they were sworn to protect.
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