Start in the ending

This is a story of a world at the end of its time. A story of despair, of hurt, of loss.

It happened as I was returning home. Something covered the sky and fell out of the forest, towards home. I didn't get to see what it was, no one saw it yet everyone felt it. Pushing my horse to his limits, I rushed to the city. It couldn't have been more than half an hour of a ride. As I left the forest behind, I jumped down my horse. Frozen from the view, I felt down to my knees and cried louder than I ever did.

Sund, my city, my home... A beautiful prosper city, capital of the region, seat of a gods' listener... Now barely a quarter of it stood, clawing to the verge of a cliff, a fracture in the world, a fissure with no start, no end, nor the other side.

I thought the worse part of the day would be being thrown into an alleyway left to die again. A charitable soul healed me just to then tell me that the city was being consumed by corruption. Tottering out the alleyway, I got to see what they meant. Panic was everywhere, the air felt suffocating, and a cloud of erratic magic was engulfing one of the smaller streets, making buildings crumble and changing organic material to strange eldritch things.

Yes, there is hope clinging to wherever it can. Some parts of this world will manage to survive, rebuild, grow once again, never being the same again. Some parts of it will reach a different planet and survive there. But this is the story of how it all started to end, how the world broke and crashed, how magic went feral and lost all sense of love it had towards the world, at least, momentarily. Long enough for these stories to be heard as the only song in the world.

This won't be an encyclopaedia of a world, this is fragments of a song of despair, heard thru the voices of the people living through it. Fragments of a shattered world, each one telling their own different nightmares and talking about what its important for them, whether it makes them fall lower or keep pushing forward.

This is a dark world, filled with dark themes and hopelessness. Read at your caution.

Sund

Sund is an old capital who was struck by something that broke the world almost in two. Most of its city got lost on the impact or falling off the fissure yet that was just the first of it's problems. Sometime after the strike, unknown monsters started crawling out of the fissure, threatening to destroy whatever was left of the city and the small safe spot the survivors had managed to create.

Lerres

Lerres was a city consumed by feral magic, one that crumbled structures and left life unrecognizable. Parts of the city started being consumed by erratic portals and the citizens were stuck between two dangers. Not many days after, survivors gathered up and decided to risk their life and enter the portals instead of wait to be consumed and turned into something they didn't dare call alive.