Before the Magaclysm
Life on Loria was as normal as could be before The Drop. Wolves squabbled amongst themselves, ignorant to the impending disaster. Had they known prior, little would've stopped them. The four packs are notoriously different, the end of the world couldn't have forced them to get along.
And that it did not. When it happened, Goldsea was the most rapidly affected. The meteor dropped right into the little lake in the center of their territory. Quickly, the impact was forgotten, as they are not divers. Had they investigated, surely investigation could've begun, and maybe they would've had time to prepare, to study, to learn about the illness.
Mysterious events began to happen, dubbed anomalies. Heavily mutated creatures began to emerge from the lake. Try as they might, Goldsea wolves are scholars first, not warriors. Fear and anger began to spread amongst them, fingers pointed at anyone possible. Growing unrest only seemed to feed the mutants.
In spite of their attempts to study the new illness, Goldsea warriors were spread thin, and with their general population dwindling in favor of protecting their scholars, there was little denying that Goldsea was rapidly losing hope. A few wolves discovered cleansing, a ritual in reverse, originally hastily spoken by a mutant to corrupt a scholar. As the mutants pounded on the doors of their lab, three hastily written notes were scribbled down, all with the same message. Cleanse thy soul.
Icerun was next to fall.
The Beginning of the End
After the Fact
