Lore

## The History of Skyholm

The city of Skyholm was born long ago in the dust of a near forgotten world. It's story has yet to be completely unraveled... so I will tell you the tale as I know it, from the mouth of an old soul.

It all began in the palms of the God of Order, who's name was lost to history, as he forged from his sheer will a grand city for his peoples.  As a the yin to his proverbial yang, the God of Chaos kept balance, presenting storms to every ray of sun, bandits to every hero, and a harsh winter for every bountiful summer. For a long time I remember peace, that is until the he who is called The Faceless One arose from his ancient slumber to destroy what The Order had so tactfully created and nurtured. He gripped the city of Skyholm by its most turmoiled parts, namely the low ward, feeding on their unease, addictions, and fever for change.

He used these energies to start a war on humanity and all it's peoples, tearing the world asunder leaving rifts to ungodly realms open in it's wake. From them poured monsters of the most horrifying proportions... Krakens, Tarrasques, and other enders of days... Heros rose from Skyholms streets, taverns, and homes to conquer each challenge. They fought back and forged a safe home for all those who entered the city's walls. And they prevailed in one battle after another, the tide seemingly in their favor. Unfortunately, I knew better. I felt in my heart that the danger only grew in the shadows as the unease of our people did.

It was not long before The Faceless One shattered the world and broke it of its hopes. The city of Skyholm shivered in the wake of its terrible wrath and trembled at the sight of countless slaughtered. I saw them all. My people. I... The God of Order carefully allotted trust to his equal and rival, The God of Chaos. Together, with combined efforts, they uplifted the city of Skyholm in it's purest form, free of terror and anguish, before the damage could become irreversible.

Effectively the city was split in two whole versions of itself. One left behind to crumple under the hand of the Faceless One, and the other pristinely intact, held in a bubble of time and space paused at the moment before danger arose. The God of Order searched far and wide across all realms to find a place suitable for his precious creation. It took all he had to find a place free of the Faceless One's grasp, pure and whole, reforged from the ashes of another people, so long ago.

The peaceful resting version of Skyholm was delicately placed on the surface of a world with many secrets that lie below its surface. It's people safe from it's old threats, and ready to explore its new horizons. The inhabitants of this new place took kindly to it, their minds fresh with the thought that this place feels like home. They couldn't see that world had completely changed around them. It was as if it had always been this way.

The peoples who walked this planet before, in eras long forgotten, were smart and kind people. They left behind ruins of their world miles deep in the core of the planet, layers upon layers of cityscapes and caverns, their ancient magics and technologies buried with them, letting the surface start anew. These people are called the Precursors by those who discovered bits of their ruins full to the brim with monsters and ancient tech. Among the rubble laid android bodies, some of the first to surface. They knew not of the old ones, or their origin, simply that this was home.

And so it was birthed, the place called Skyholm, fresh in this new world teeming with life and ancient secrets of a long dead race, and those that followed them. May its secrets unravel themselves to you, my children.. and justify my selfish acts. Enjoy life and live strong here in the City of Skyholm.