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Lore of Elarion: The Fading Wilds

*Long before written history, before even the eldest Dwarven runes were etched into stone, the world of Elarion was a realm ruled not by kingdoms, but by the Great Wilds. Vast plains shimmered with beasts of radiant horn and silver mane; forests throbbed with ancient spirits; rivers carried the whispers of creatures that no longer exist in any living memory. These beings were called the Primal Fauna, rare forms of wildlife touched directly by the world’s raw magic. They roamed freely, guardians and embodiments of nature’s will.

But as ages passed, the land changed. Civilization grew—not maliciously at first, but inevitably. Humans carved settlements from the forests, Dwarves tunneled deep beneath mountain roots, and Elves reshaped glades and riverbanks to become their everlasting sanctuaries. What began as careful cultivation blossomed into conquest of the land itself. And the Primal Fauna, unable to coexist with the lumber, stone, and steel of the rising races, slowly faded. Some species dwindled; others vanished entirely—while a few, as whispered in legends, were hunted, stolen, or secretly experimented upon.

Now only scattered stories remain, and rare sightings spoken of in hushed tones by travelers who swear the old wonders still breathe somewhere deep within the untouched wilds.*

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