In the Year 726, Old Valendian:
 
The Larsan Folly is the most generous name given to the time of
strife that befell the world after the coming of the great Mist. 
It is a dark time of lost history, where fiends sprung whole 
from the Mist and tore apart cities, men tore apart nations, and
civilization's fire almost burnt out in the dark night of 
barbaracy.

What is known is scattered and fragmented, and diligent 
scholarship has only uncovered the facts of the events, but few 
of the motivations. What is known is that Emperor Larsa of 
Archadia, citing the evils of manufacted nethicite and the 
terrible effects it took upon the armies and people of 
Dalmasca, undertook to destroy the sources of these tainted 
artifacts once and for all.
 
It is known that Emperor Larsa and the Queen Ashe went together 
to the Ridoran Cataract, and the Pharos there. The events of 
the day are not fully known or understood; and the ruins of 
the Pharos remain so mist-infested that no ship, air or sea, 
has dared within ten miles of the island since that day. 
 
Mist poured from the Pharos; so thick it blotted out the sun, 
until the sky seemed to run riot with the terrible colors. 
A madness swept the vieran race; a rage so terrible, it is 
told of only in bloody, hushed whispers. Those few Viera 
remaining, old enough to have been alive upon that terrible 
time, bear scars, and few can or will speak of the horrors 
endured or, often, perpetuated, by them. 

 
Men and women died in the streets; torn apart by Fiends, 
choking on Mist so thick that every breath became a wild 
magic. Houses, cities, crumbled, rotted, burned. Within a 
month, no nation known to the world remained in existence; the 
centers of power disrupted, destroyed, undone by the mad Mist 
that swept the world. Races never before known sprung from the 
Mist, as confused and terrified as any other, having been born 
into a world gone mad.
 
How long, precisely, the terrible Mist raged, is not entirely 
known. The shortest credible estimate is three months; the 
longest, eight years. The Mist Madness that many endured made 
most diaries useless; ravings of madmen, moments of lucidity, 
terrible despair. 

Two hundred years have passed since the Larsan Folly, and the 
city of Emberstrand has risen up near the ashes of Rabanastre.  
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