>>5175042All of a sudden, the world is ending.
Out like an Oni lightswitch the magic is gone, and the mighty Bandru’ii Empire finds itself on its knees.
Shapers halls fall dead silent as their arcane automata become little more than cold prisons for their unseen inhabitants, goods are not made, for traditional hand-crafting had over time been slowly replaced by automated crafting.
Resources cease to be pulled from the ground, the Covenant with the Earth spirits is unreciprocated, perhaps broken for good, the ground gives no way and spills no reward, gold and silver and iron remain buried on the west half of the empire, though the goblin made mineshafts beyond the mountains still spill forth ore.
Communication across the empire; usually performed by distinguished and well travelled danderfey; is rendered impossible as the Fey are left unable to teleport through the unseen ways to their locations.
The Sennites are lucky in this respect to have courted the loyalty of powerful birds capable of passing messages across regions, falconers being relied upon extensively to send messages further than by foot, but the special connection between a bird and its partner appears damaged by the loss of the ability to truly communicate.
Blazecages become cold iron husks, those vital fires that smelt our metals and warm our food are rendered useless fixtures, and Sennites left with an economy in tatters.
Sea bound travel and trade, the lifeblood of this maritime empire is rendered nigh on impossible as the mighty Canon Thalassa are left paralysed en-route.
Most are saved, whales paid or begged to send out search parties to tow them to land, though some are simply never found, ghost ships bereft of crew.
The ships were vital to connecting each half of the dryads empire, but now the only path between the two is braving the long and winding northern pass by foot.
The hallowed arms and armours of the famed Sennite military become comical props with silly designs, leaving dryads fearful for their safety.
Ayatana, the great work said to have a hundred names is vastly reduced in its abilities. It’s miraculous powers stripped, dryads once again begin to succumb to disease, infirmity and injury as they did before its creation.
Hunting becomes harder with no guided arrows to strike true with every shot, ill trained Sennites finding their bellies empty as food shortages impact Daith, Loeth and Kaelgate.
Not a single sapling is certain of the cause but every last one seems to have a sneaking suspicion.
Some blame the new Queen, a pioneer of modern technology, she has displeased the Unseen One with all her stupid gears and constant violations of balance, even encouraged us to rely on these balance violations in everyday life.
Others blame the simfuni, if only because of the coincidence of this happening shortly after the entire species lifted themselves into the air to transcend to a higher state of being, they have stolen the magic!
