Elyden is a dying world that exists in the waning shadow of gods that long-since abandoned her. Her domains are slowly crumbling, succumbing to pollution and decay. In places the natural order seems to be unravelling, as the nightmares of maddened gods further unravel the world. Seemingly ensnared by her own decadence and decay, Elyden has become a world far removed from the grandiose beauty she once evoked. Seas slowly retreat, killing ports and harbours. Deserts expand, taking with them what life has managed to cling this far along Elyden’s descent into what can only be described as madness. With this unravelling of the natural world comes the waxing of the two elemental forces known as the Firmament and the Atramenta – the two halves of creation.
Her wardens, the 22 god-like Demiurges are forgotten. Once fortified by their subjects, the 22 mortal tribes, the Demiurges have dwindled from memory and are weak and hidden. Many of the mortal tribes have disappeared in the wake of their guardians’ languor. Without followers, the Demiurges have fallen dormant, and now slumber, their dreams transformed into tangible nightmares that are felt across the world as their once-followers continue in their path to oblivion, where their self-indulgences and other material pursuits blind them to the horror that befalls them. Elyden is now a place corrupted these nightmares, where demesnes and realms unravel like rotten Dreamscapes; their corpses lying heavily on the material realm, blights upon sanity and normalcy.
Those of the Demiurges who remain alive do so at the whim of their followers. Bitter at their own fall, shackled by their mortal followers, they survive in a greatly diminished form to their once-divine-selves, decrepit and rotting. Those Demiurges granted the luxury of sentience and strength-enough to manipulate the world, withhold what knowledge they possess that has not become corrupted by insanity, leaving the mortal races to their own devices. Bitter in the knowledge that the mortal races were granted luxuries that they themselves squandered, most have come to detest the mortals, grudgingly seeking them out due to the restorative effects of their deference. Some Demiurges secretly reward those noble and hard-working mortals with minor secrets of their knowledge, though such secrets are rarely disseminated readily as they once were in Elyden’s infancy.
Above them all, unchallenged throughout the latter millennia of the Fifth-Age has reigned a single Demiurge, sundering his siblings beneath his reign; Rachanael the Hungry, Seventh of the Demiurges, and so-called Undying Machine. Under his dark reign was Elyden allowed to rot, the cities of the Korachani empire spreading like a disease around the Inner Sea, raping the land, leaving it in ruins, hastening Elyden’s decay. Farther abroad, distant empires and nations cling to a semblance of culture, though they too are in decline.
And amid this corruption do the remnants of the 22 mortal races struggle to survive. Some seek solace in ignorance, wanting only to survive their short stay in the world. Others however seek answers to questions unasked, searching cyclopean ruins of distant ages revealed by the rot of the world, hoping to find in their catacombs and foundations hints as to where they came from, what their purpose is. Perhaps in such ruins might they find the answer to their survival…
This is the world of Elyden, a tomb in the making, its entropic end within sight yet still, out of reach.