Aethelgard is a world on the brink of fading. The sky is a permanent shade of purple, and the very trees have turned to iron as the magic that once sustained nature leaks away. The air is heavy with the weight of lost history, and the remaining inhabitants are divided between those who cling to the old ways and those who want to build a world of cold machines.
The Shattered Pillars
The remains of the world's foundation lie here, massive stone monoliths cracked and humming with unstable energy. The air smells of ozone and ancient dust. A group of scavengers can be seen picking through the rubble of a fallen spire.
