Liberation

[Iokastos]

Magic, a powerful force of nature, does not wish to be contained. When removed from the land, the natural wells and circles it once inhabited, it fights to be released in a raging torrent. The Alchemists had dammed it, confining it to the bottomless Well in Lipari. Magic had festered, unused until Eternal and his acolytes had tapped its power. It wasn’t enough.

When the Well’s bindings were shattered, magic rejoiced, flooding out to fill every reservoir. Aiolians, mancipia, myrmidons, and osyatao became hosts for such. Some mancipia went mad quickly, their eyes glowing gold. Some Aiolians and osyatao found themselves imbued with powers, gifted with abilities to manipulate the elements. Others found themselves cursed.

The land and flora and fauna within it became instilled with magic, shifting and changing the forms of some, granting them properties beyond understanding. Aiolia was alive, beating with a steady rhythm.