In this reality, the energy of existence is bound together through something physically present on the ground; veins of ethereal, radiant light. It reaches out to all corners of the Kingdom, to every landscape and far under the sea. The Stream, as it is known, connects all life and all things both real and conceptual, though, Humans are not able to interact with or seemingly gain any benefit from it. However, for a rare few that are born mostly to Human parents, Shifters have the ability to harness the power of the Stream to work feats both great and small. A mastery of this energy that can be gentle enough to heal a wound, or explosive enough to change the landscape permanently for miles.
Two classes of Shifter exist: Jeshan Shifters have a mastery of the physical realm: stones, trees, dirt, water and most all material things that exist or could exist are under the control of these Shifters. They are dangerous if undisciplined, because their power can cause immense devastation without control. Bessan Shifters are the masters of the ethereal: fire, wind, thought, command, farsight and the future are all within the reach of this type of Shifter. They are not as inherently dangerous, but their power can be truly great if channeled properly.
The natives of this land, the Tor or Barbarians, as they are known, lived on the Kingdom long before the first Humans and Shifters arrived in their ships, more than 10,000 years ago. Since then, nations have risen and fallen. Heroes have done great deeds, and perished with honor. The history of the Kingdom is written in words of strife, suffering, but ultimately, redemption.
Until very recently, there had been a sort of equilibrium across the continent, with no wars being waged, no attacks by the Anten, and peace that had lasted nearly a millennium. Then, the Shifters of Vale poured the might of their power into an attempt to glimpse the future, and what they whitnessed, everyone in the entire Kingdom was exposed to as well. The vision all living creatures saw that day with their mind’s eye was a portent of doom and a look forward at what will bring about the end of all life (if things go on unchanged):
A shadow walks through the snowy wood, a glowing crystal bastard sword sheathed on its back
It glides through the trees, then out, revealing a snowy bay and a city below… beside the frozen coast
The shadow walks to the shore clutching the Stream in its hand, and parts the water away with a wave of its palm so it can keep going farther out
In the center of the sea floor of the bay, there is a huge, round, black stone sunk in the mud with pure white Stream running vibrantly over it, pulsing with radiant energy
The shadow brings the sword high over its head, and the great blade fills with bright light while vibrating with uncaged power
When the sword strikes the Stream, a blinding flash–
Everywhere in the Kingdom, all Stream veins explode into vicious, consuming fire as the land and all those on it are rendered instantly to ash
Who will rise to meet the challenges of these darkening days? As a Kingdom stares down its doom, heroes must emerge to fight back against a fate that has not yet been written. The future is theirs to decide, if they take action now. These heroes must bring the whole Kingdom together, because divided, there can be no hope of salvation.