The World of Avanthar

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All ages come and go. A new dawn gives birth to new civilizations, leading to the beginning of a new age.  Memories become legends, legends fade to myth, and even myth is long forgotten.  Yet the sun will rise again, only to set as new civilizations and ages come and go.  This cycle continues for all eternity as once great civilizations become forgotten past.

Each age begins anew with spring, new civilizations are born and flourish. Summer marches in and the golden age sets in. A time of Celebration, fattening, and people living life to its fullest. Then comes autumn, a deadening in preparation for what must come. The great begin to fade, magic begins to swell, darkness shows its first signs as madness begins its slow methodical march. Then comes winter and with her pain. The world is torn apart, darkness ensues, and chaos reigns supreme.

This age, called the third age by some, an age long forgotten, an age yet to come, the march towards winter has begun.

The Beginning of Sorrows

And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered, there shall not be left one stone upon another that shall not be thrown down.  Behold a star shall come forth from the north, and a scepter shall rise from within, and shall crush through the forehead of Adalca, and tear down all the sons of Sheth. Let the nomads of the desert bow before it; and it's enemies lick the dust.

As I live surely with a mighty hand and with an outstretched arm and with wrath poured out, I shall be ruler over you. I will bring you out from the peoples and gather you from the lands where you are scattered, with a mighty hand and with an outstretched arm and with wrath poured out; and I will bring you into the wilderness of the peoples, and there I will enter into judgment with you face to face. I will make you pass under the rod, and I will bring you into the bond of the covenant; and I will purge from you the rebels and those who transgress against Me; I will bring them out of the land where they sojourn, by thus you will know.

Then a voice will be heard, lamentation and bitter weeping. She is weeping for her children; she refuses to be comforted for her children, because they are no more. Awake, O sword, against My Shepherd, And against the man, strike the Shepherd that the sheep may be scattered.

 Ye shall hear of wars and rumors of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in diverse places. All these are the beginning of sorrows.