It has been almost 300 years since the Meridian War’s abrupt and violent end; even now the repercussions echo throughout the city-state of Arlyn. The lush cradle of the Meridian Valley has turned into a hazardous wasteland. Magical storms bombard the arcane barrier that protects the city with distressing frequency. As the Havocstorms rage on, ever-growing numbers of people have been born or changed into forms that are something other than human.
The population of Arlyn has grown exponentially with each new generation. Magic, whether divine or arcane, studied or sorcerous, is increasingly necessary to feed the masses. Housing has become limited; territorial strife is common. The barrier has been stretched to its very limits in an effort to accomodate the city denizens.
Perhaps it has been stretched beyond them.