The Spellplague

The Eve of Ornate Fire

It is unclear what caused the blue lightning. Anyone using magic at the moment it occurred became mad immediately. Those that survived babbled on about the untold power that suddenly flowed through them, the limitless scores of potential and strength was too much for many and recovery from the madness seems impossible. The populations of whole cities at the cores of empires, such as Arkhosia, Bael Tureth and ¬¬¬¬Ekanor, were decimated. Capable mages, strong enough to master the influx of power seized these moments to dominate enormous territories, fell crippled and surprised enemies, and ultimately take control of what they wished.
This power could only be channeled for minutes though, and suddenly, as if it could never have been harnessed at all, magic was gone. Or access to it was. It could be seen by anyone from anywhere, roiling in the sky, as purple clouds of floating fire consuming nothing but the sky itself struck down tower thick blasts of blue lightning. The fire tore through the horizon until it too, after 14 terrible hours, through a night that was never dark, consumed itself, and was gone.
Wizards who had not been driven mad by the power, were suddenly driven mad by its total disappearance. People who relied on magic were left only with the items that had been created before the Eve of Ornate Fire. Vestiges infused by magic retained it. Though nearly all those left alive were too wary to trust such objects. Many were burned in the central courtyards of the few still standing cities.
The fire changed the landscape itself. Streams dried up or overflowed into rivers. Enormous pieces of lands separated from the continent into huge islands, creating waves that drowned the peninsulas created in their wake. Islands famous for their interlocking shape became suddenly perfect circles, and more disturbingly, float hundreds of feet above the sea. The sky tore open letting new land fall to the earth and some say there are portions of the sky that never closed, and under the proper circumstances one could look into another world or into the eye of a god.

The Spellplague

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