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Dray, Remains.
And it's new people, the Draynevar, descendants of those who survived, trapped, cast adrift of reality have managed to craft a harsh but strong living for themselves.
But Dray is a dying world, and even now invaders seek to divey up what few resources survived coming on insectoid-shelled vessels and dragon-back while the devotees of the Queen of Beauty stay true to their corrupt mistress, hated by their fellows for their hand in all that transpired.
Yet, Dray was once Ava'Lon, and Ava'Lon was a place of wonders.
The Wonders too remain.
Technology that far outstrips that of Arclund, Magics forgotten now wielded with abandon in the protection of the few bastions of safety.
And while the sun was long lost, the moon shattered into shrapnel that peppered the dying world, there is still light.
For the heart of the Empyrean still burns, rosey-light giving solace to Those That Remain.
Yet, Arclund has found them, and not so long ago it called many of them to safety, where they forged the nation of Dra'Shen amongst the Min-Kanto Archipelago. They're unsure of what to think of their Avali kin, much less the other interesting peoples that call the Haven World home, but as endeavors to rescue even more of their trapped people begin in earnest, the Draynevar and Avali both feel a hope they had let lie fallow for quite some time.

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Dray, Remains.
And it's new people, the Draynevar, descendants of those who survived, trapped, cast adrift of reality have managed to craft a harsh but strong living for themselves.
But Dray is a dying world, and even now invaders seek to divey up what few resources survived coming on insectoid-shelled vessels and dragon-back while the devotees of the Queen of Beauty stay true to their corrupt mistress, hated by their fellows for their hand in all that transpired.
Yet, Dray was once Ava'Lon, and Ava'Lon was a place of wonders.
The Wonders too remain.
Technology that far outstrips that of Arclund, Magics forgotten now wielded with abandon in the protection of the few bastions of safety.
And while the sun was long lost, the moon shattered into shrapnel that peppered the dying world, there is still light.
For the heart of the Empyrean still burns, rosey-light giving solace to Those That Remain.
Yet, Arclund has found them, and not so long ago it called many of them to safety, where they forged the nation of Dra'Shen amongst the Min-Kanto Archipelago. They're unsure of what to think of their Avali kin, much less the other interesting peoples that call the Haven World home, but as endeavors to rescue even more of their trapped people begin in earnest, the Draynevar and Avali both feel a hope they had let lie fallow for quite some time.