Medaevum

The world ended.

The world has ended before.

Everything fell to ruin.

This isn't the first time.

If we are to live, we must rebuild.

So we shall.

The descent of the Daughter of Grief upon Altera prompted a great exodus. Those who could fled by magic or artifice, even as far as fleeing to other worlds. Those of lesser means than that fled by ship. Some north, into forbidding cold; some east, into uncharted lands; some south, into terrible heat; and some west, back to lands forgotten. Those who could not flee at all died.

The story of Altera is going to follow those who fled west. The tales of those who went to other places is as of yet unknown.

The old Northern Kingdoms is the new Sunken Lands. What was once familiar is now foreign. Where once there had been mighty continents, only scattered islands remain. Islands with signs of having once been inhabited, but no living people to greet their long lost kin. Shoreless Gulf and the Sea of Storms are to blame for the change in landscape, but are nowhere to be found either.

All that is left is for those who remain to move on, and try to carve out a new life for themselves amidst uncertain tides.