“Hold your tongue, small one”
A note found in a ruin in Sethramor reads: “Hold your tongue, small one. You need not know the past to perform your role in life. Leave such matters to those more enlightened.”
The priests of Sethramor spoke of a grand vision, with so many moving parts now lost to time. There were some who were present in the realms of the past, others who knew how it all would end. Not one of them would let slip their secrets, as they believed no one else was worthy of them.
Sethramor is still the center of the world, though no nation stands there now. Their own shining cathedrals are now broken and covered in the ashes of a world lost to its own shattered hypocrisy.
Marks of old rituals are left in the region, the last of which is still active to this day.