"Generations ago, the Griffins were key to building Erathia, and today they are key to reclaiming it."

"Armies of King Gryphonheart the First tamed the griffins and trained them for war. With these great beasts, King Gryphonheart unified the divergent human colonies and formed Erathia."

A 'Weapon of the Gods', this weapon was one of the last created before the great forges fell to the Silence in the year 113 A.S (After the Silence).

These rare shields were turned out by the hundreds with the aid of the Heavenly Forges to combat rebel forces in the endless string of skirmishes and supply raids that tested (and finally overcame) the Governor's forces in the first century A.S.

Z Bracaduun i imp. Tarnuma powstają 3 kraje.

- True, but recently a brutal tribe of Barbarians from a land called Krewlod have turned one of their ancient kings into a war god, and they make sacrifices to him. They felt they needed a perfect leader to inspire them to greatness once again. Apparently, one of the Ancestors accepted this worship, drew power from it, and took on the form of this war god. He even gave himself a name - Vorr," - said Addar.
- Krewlod was a familiar name. It was the new name given to my homeland. Could this ancient Barbarian King have been me? Could my people be modeling their brutality after my own actions?

Czyli podsumowując:
Imperium Bracaduun - ok. 100-200 rok po Ciszy
Jarg Zdobywca - ok. 100-200 po Ciszy
Tarnum - ok. 150-200 po Ciszy

Prędzej bym umieścił Jarga gdzieś 90 przed Ciszą - 150 po Ciszy, Bracaduun ok. 200-300 po Ciszy

a Tarnuma gdzieś w rejonie 350-400 po Ciszy

Poza tym czy dokładnie wiemy kiedy zaczęła się kampania Waerjacka?

Every so often I enjoy sitting with the men at night, listening to their stories. It takes away the loneliness for a while, makes me feel a part of this world instead of a timeless servant of the Ancestors.
Last night, however, Mensor asked me an unexpected question.
"Where were you born, Sir Tarnum?"
I would've choked on my ale, except I forced it down my throat in a large gulp and tried not to react until I could think of an answer.
"Aberton Falls. It's a little village on the Erathian-Krewlod border.
We dealt often with the Barbarians. My parents and sister were killed by one of those brutal savages, and my other sister was kidnapped."
My tone was harsh, darkening a normally pleasant moment for the men. But the memories of my family always wrench up my insides until they hurt. I can still picture my second sister, dead and laying in a village my own men had slaughtered.
My answer wasn't a lie. A bloodthirsty savage did kill my sister.
Me!