The World

Something's wrong with the universe. Worlds are ending, and their peoples find themselves refugees. Survivors through technology, magic or accident, they find themselves without a home, scattered. In the center of the chaos lies World, the eye of the metaphorical storm. It is here the survivors find themselves, left to pick up the pieces of their dispersed cultures and survive an unknown planet and strange and powerful factions.



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Apologizes about the mess of things! As we are new (but snazzy), not everything is in order, but will be updated soon!








The Setting   ~   The Map   ~   The Timeline



The Setting

A small, lone planet circling a dim, lone star, the World is a somewhat bleak one. Although its inhabitants cannot agree on what is causing the metaphorical storm that is washing the rest of the universe into nothingness, it is almost certain that World is its center. Or at least the place where the leftovers are washing up. In addition to the remnants of species, flotsam of other sorts regularly crashland on the planet's surface, courtesy of the thin, forgiving atmosphere. Junk, remains of ships, and sometimes even entire skyscrapers will fall to the ground, providing a wealth of building materials and tools, but also turning some of the unpopulated regions into junkyard landscapes composed of thousands of dead cultures.

With the survivors few in number, World's inhabbitants tend to cluster together in small or moderate villages. Often these towns attempt to mimic the lifestyles of their old civilizations, and as such, comingling among the races is none too common. Of all the survivors, only two races have managed to gather themselves into a sizable, fully-functional city, and as such hold enormous sway over the other struggling aliens.

World outside of these cities is a dangerous place, the middle-grounds between villages all but untouched and dead, and the outer reaches unexplored due to rumors of unforgiving terrain, monsters, and Nothingness.