Hundreds of years before the Dragon Cleansing, a great darkness once formed around the vast island of Orldeza. Like a titanic hurricane the churning vileness swelled with violent necromantic energies, stealing the life force of all that came within it’s reach but leaving Orldeza unharmed within its massive eye. No spell or vessel could pierce the maelstrom effectively severing travel and communication from all the lands beyond it’s mountains of angry waves, howling gales, and unabating lightning. The gods themselves were silent on the matter, though continued to hear and answer the prayers of their congregations within the tempest. Those who braved the squall became little more than ammunition in the gale as their ships were splintered apart and their bodies left as vacant husks to feed the unnatural and inexhaustible storm.
In the year 200 ADW, as mysteriously as it had formed the Grey Squall suddenly dissipated, clearing the way for trade and travel with the rest of Aultols.