You live in unsure times. A great darkness has passed and once tepid waters are now pleasant. Old tensions have become weather-faded engravings. War is quieted; having long-supped on its diet of bloodlust the beast hibernates. Yet in the shadows of peace, the same powers reign. Coffers are empty, soldiers are coming home, and jobs are few. Men grow restless, no longer satisfied to revel in long-faded conquests. It is a land and time of adventurers. In the wake of war, the wild lands grew darker and deeper. Cities were lost, empires forgotten, and heroes have died. Old legacies are concealed and waiting. Adventurers have a chance to awaken the tired slumber of Faerun, to contribute new legacies or relive old.

Scions of Legacy

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