Forsayn was once an idyllic plane of light and magic. Unfortunately a darkness sat in its core. Demons with many legs had long hid from that light biding their time and building their power. With a screaming roar these twisted creature set upon the surface using dark magics to blot out the suns and cut off the source of the surface dwellers magics. Many cities have fallen and much of the land is now coated in their sludge but bastions of light still stand to hold the last walls of the light.