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A world of broken gears
Our world... Is not a real world.
This world was never meant to be our home. It was never meant to be a place where we can live and thrive.
It was meant to be a prison. To monsters and nightmares. To be sealed away, never again allowed to see the light of day again. But now that prison has been broken, their bindings undone, and the unfathomable horrors therein unleashed.
Ten thousand years ago the world was torn apart during an event which we know as The Shattering. The malevolent god, whom we have come to know Vorandrax the Worldbreaker, tore through the fabric of reality and left an eternal scar upon the world.
Ten thousand years ago our world was mutilated during an event which has been etched into history as The Shattering. Vorandrax the Worldbreaker ruptured the fabric of reality to strike at our world. Forever leaving an eternal scar upon our world's soul.
The core of the world was exposed but rather than magma and rock there was machinery and engines. Monsters started to climb out from the core ravaging and destroying all things in their path. The remaining surface of the world was scorched by these creatures. The world we once knew was no more, the magic of the world became distorted and chaotic, and our connection to the gods we once served severed. The only survivors were those that were on the shattered shards of the old world that now floated around it.
These shards become known as Gears in reference to their artificial origin and these gears orbit the old world in one of eight levels known as the gearspheres. Loosely connected by Leylines, the magicial veins of the world, the gears kept on turning as if nothing had even happened. The gears were our new home and we had to adapt. Millennia has pasted since that day and what were once fragments of a shattered world but now thrive. New races evolved, new cultures formed and new Eras of history formed.
But this never stopped the looming threat of the beasts from the core. Always trying to ascend the gearspheres. Always trying to reach the scar in the sky left by The Worldbreaker. Always butchering and slaughtering everything in their way. The Corebeasts are unyielding and ever changing.
But just as the beasts threaten us from below their wardens threaten us within our own homes. The Corekeepers are believed to have been responsible for keeping the Corebeasts contained. Found within forgotten dungeons on the Gears they are now hostile to all life. Either from having forgotten their duty to keep the Corebeasts at bay or because they see us as the same monsters.
But no matter the history, no matter the events, no matter the devestation and chaos wreaked upon the lands, the Gears never stop turning. Forever trapped in their eternal dance around their former home. Indifferent to the struggles of their inhabitants, the wars waged, the monsters that roam, and the ever-changing tides of history that take place upon their surface. The Gears will endure, continuing their eternal turning like the gears of a cosmic clock.
