The Ashes of Naoleth
The Wizards of Cisharum were cornered deep within the Sawtooth Mountains. The final battle was held on a towering peak of black stone which is now known as the Tower of Scars. It was a night of unnatural storms when the remaining Wizards of Cisharum found themselves surrounded. A sea of Mograth crashed against the relentless armies of the holy war throwing up a spray of ruined bodies. The deadly Tears of the Gods were closing in all around them. The Grand Master of the Wizards of Cisharum gathered them into a circle at the very top of a towering peak of black stone. There, they joined in a massive ritual of unknown origin. With attackers scaling the slopes on all sides, the unthinkable happened. The power of the ritual woven by the Grand Master could not be contained. No one knows what really happened. The sky shattered and fell in icy blades. Fire erupted from the ground. The earth shook from coast to coast. Most buildings collapsed. Rivers ran backwards. The peaks surrounding the Tower of Scars were reduced to boulders. The very lay of the land was changed. No one survived it, from either side. All the known remaining Tears of the Gods were lost.
The war was over and the last known Wizards of Cisharum and their Mograth destroyed. But the suffering of the survivors went on. A deep winter fell across the entire realm of Naoleth. It last for years. No one knows exactly how long, but some believe it to be as long as five hundred years. People survived as best they could. Resources were scarce. Too scarce to support large and complex societies. Many kingdoms above and below the earth failed. Some of the primals were sympathetic and helped as best they could. Others primals blamed the civilized races for this destruction and turned them away. But even the primals suffered greatly as the bounty of the land was greatly reduced. Much that was built was destroyed. And much that was known was lost. The flame of the civilized world was reduced to a sputtering candle.