Cat-person me has made a number of friends in her efforts to help others. I've quite the penchant for getting myself into and out of trouble.
We come into direct conflict with this Empire for the first time and it nearly goes badly for us.
This dream world is fascinating. It's as though someone dumped our world's cultures into a mixing pot and then upended it into a plane of magic, monsters and crystals.
Crystals seem to be very important; the world run on something called Aether, which has a solid crystalline form. With it comes magic and life. And death.
Whenever it builds up or starts acting strangely, an umbral calamity usually follows. There've been six by the time I was born there.
They all seem to be attuned to an element. The third was a great calamity of fire, and the Fourth was the fall of the ancient Allagan Empire. The Sixth, being the most recent, is the most well known. Following the War of the Magi, a massive flood nearly destroyed our continent. But we were saved by twelve Archons, who we came to worship as gods.
There has also been number of mentions of Warriors of Light, a term we seem to give out to great heroes, but something about it strikes me deeply and truly in a way I can't quite put words to.
I've been trying to write as much down as I remember every morning, there's a whole history of another world and I've never been one to ignore new knowledge.