Creation is in chaos.
The Realm stagnates beneath its own weight, as the loss of the Scarlet Empress steals away its heart and vitality. The Threshold grows restless beneath its yoke, and now slowly falls towards rebellion. The minions of Hell strain against the faltering bars of their prison, the dead march to war against the living, and the eye of Heaven is blind to all, focused upon its own internal politics and the dreams of lost days.
Yet still, hope flickers. The word spreads throughout Creation that the Solar Exalted have returned. Near the city of Great Forks, a young Circle forms and begins to feel its nascent power. From here, they set out to learn their own nature, and so that of all the world. From here, they set out to claim all that was once theirs.
What once was, shall be again.