In the 699th year of the Cristos Reckoning, the Dark Wizard placed his Curse on the valley of Metamor. He twisted our bodies and minds to serve his deranged appetites. He sought to rule us, as he ruled the Northlands.

We didn’t bow so easily.

Thirteen hundred years have passed since then, and Metamor leads a benevolent empire that spans half a continent. What was once a rural valley with one large castle has become a towering metropolis of fifteen million people, with four layers of magically-suspended roads and buildings that rise hundreds of meters into the sky.

The Curse is still with us, but we’ve controlled it … mostly. But you’re a fool if you think that means you’re safe. In the shadows of Metamor’s glittering spires, beneath the glamour and glory of the Jewel of the North, dark things are stirring. The battle for the future is beginning, and more and more people are learning the one eternal truth about Metamor City:

No one who comes here ever leaves unchanged.