The Rage & The Tear

Long ago, Ivenmaw was the land of dragons. Their roosts clung to cliffs, their wings darkened the skies, and their fire was the heartbeat of the land. But during the Second Great War, the Fae of the Wood descended upon them in the dead of night. What followed was a massacre. Dragons were slaughtered as they slept, their shrieks tearing across the mountains, shaking stone and soul alike. Those who survived fled to the seas, leaving their home in ruin.

Legend says that as the last dragons fled, they shed a single tear of sorrow and sacrifice. That tear fell upon the earth, burning so deeply that it split the land open. What remained is known as The Tear: a vast, gaping pit where molten lava churns endlessly, its glow painting the night sky in shades of smoke and ash.

The lava flows in great rivers until it collides with the Azerynth Sea, where fire meets water in an eternal battle. The clash births The Rage: a towering wall of steam that rises day and night, a shroud that can be seen for miles. Sailors say the steam carries echoes of dragon cries, and those who enter it vanish without a trace, claimed by fire, sea, or both.

To the people of Ivenmaw, The Tear is a wound that never heals, and The Rage is its scar, reminders of the night the dragons fell. Yet both are also sacred, for it is said that The Tear & The Rage will one day guide the dragons back home…