It was ages ago, when the Braey were young and powerful. None remains who lived in that time at the dawn of the world, save the elementals and, some say, the dryads. Yet the lore of those days tells of great monstrous beings loosed upon the earth and heroic deeds; a time when the Braey could move the oceans and skies as their ancestors of old, speaking to spirits of air and sea, speaking to the earth itself.

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