It had begun with a change in the blood. Those affected were plagued by visions, tormented by dreams. It set them apart, united in isolation they found new strength.

And those were the days of tribulation, when each man's hand was set against his fellows and only those of the blood found freedom in those of the blood. Great was the conversions.

Then there rose among the People those with the gems of understanding . In the shine they knew of the paths and so guided those of the blood ....

And then the flight. They ran. They saw something that terrified them and got away while they could, in a fleet of ill-manned vessels taking dozens of paths thru space.

The home of witchcraft, or warlocks, sorcerers, and strange magical powers. 

Of knights, crystal palaces, bizarre monsters; of demons which came to rot flesh and dissolve bone; mist which destroy; light brighter than any sun. 

Creatures who promise endless servitude if released. 

Entities capable of performing miracles; mountains of fire, rivers of acid rain, Plains of empty grit and stinging stand. 

The skies were venom, creatures walk in the shadows 

Creatures spawned by damnation.