The Seventh Dawn is the current age of Alaria and the most recent named period of the Modern Era. It begins at 0 SD, the calendar zero the World Fire left behind, and runs to the present, 3376 SD. The age inherited a burned world and a fresh dating system, and it spent its first centuries deciding what to do with both. What it became is the political world a traveler walks into today.
The Dark Ages: 0–231 SD
The age opened in fear of the fire that had named it. The Titansworn took the World Fire for the hand of an angry titan and labored to wake Hykravones against a burning that was never coming, and they had to be put down by war before anything stable could grow. Their defeat at 231 SD closed the opening chapter and cleared the ground for everything after. The full account is in era-dark-ages.
The Time Puzzle and the elven powers: 312–1800 SD
With the Titansworn broken, the surviving peoples spread and consolidated, and the long middle of the age belongs largely to the elves. It opens with the Time Puzzle of 312 SD, the anomaly the chroniclers filed under that name. The hive elves reached the height of their power around 400 SD. Far later, in 1700 SD, the surface peoples of the Grey Mountains drove the Sivakr underground for editing the memories of those they traded with — an expulsion thorough enough that the silver elves carried the grievance below without losing a detail of it (event-sivakr-emergence). A century on, around 1800 SD, the same silver-elf government manufactured a god: Tiira, a brilliant young woman sequestered, tutored, and stripped of her own memories until she could be made to carry divinity she did not understand (daemon-tiira).
The Chimean wars: 2900 SD–present
In 2900 SD the empire of Chimea crossed the Pelakan Sea and fell on Gyendoveir and Yystrilik. The war it began has not ended. It grinds on into the present, the longest active conflict of the age, and the grievances it has compounded are live levers a campaign can pull on.
The present: 3376 SD
The present is the world the age built. Prayer-coalitions fight over where Bryn walks and abide, mostly, by the Solar Accord they signed to stop killing one another over the harvest. Empires hold their straits and their sacred fires. The Chimean war burns in the southwest. By the pattern of the two eons before it, the Seventh Dawn is unfinished and its closing catastrophe has not arrived — which the more careful record-keepers decline to read as proof that it never will.