Liberation: Blessings and Curses
When the wild, rejoicing waves of magic washed east across the Aiolian city-states, the power also spread west into the mountains. With the ridges and crags slowing the rampant surge, magic pooled in the valleys. Flora and fauna saturated in these pools found themselves further blessed by the magic, or rather cursed. Those creatures that had turned against nature and committed atrocities against their fellows received terrible punishments, becoming horrific shadows of themselves.
With the gaping tear at last restored and its gifts and curses bestowed, returning the land to a natural order, magic turned to sleep. It remained in the world, at the beck and call of its blessed, but lay dormant. At long last, it was home.