Amterra

The Old Amterra was once one large landmass that is given the formal name Tumaerra among scholars and historians. Ruled by Gods that were created deep inside of the world's core to "lend a hand to the helpless mortals that were just starting to inhabit it" (if you are so inclined to believe those old myths that portray the Reckless Tower in a more... kind light). Gods that were good, and Gods that were a necessary evil to protect the delicate balance of life. For a long time, the world lived as such. Wars came and went, Kingdoms rose and fell, and people lived and died.

Until the day came known as the Shattering.

    If the historians are to be believed in their theories: It was common knowledge that something was happening in the Astral. Tumaerra as a whole became covered in a thick fog and all the beasts that roamed the land grew more restless as the days grew shorter and the nights grew long.    

"...and so the skies around the world grew dark, and the warmth of the land gave way to cold unlike any had ever felt before. As if icy, hard rage sapped the life from the mortal plane itself to feed."

  Then the sky broke open.   The Reckless Tower – the name given to the Gods whose names have long since been forgotten – took their battle to the mortal realm, and what happened afterwards is completely lost to time. All known was that at the end of it all, Tumaerra had shattered. Creating the continents as we now know them and seemingly destroying all life.   But Life persists - as it will.   Hundreds found each other on the remnants of their former land. Putting aside differences that would have called for bloodshed mere days before and helping their fellow Abandoned to try to rebuild. Cries of anguish being answered with honest and helping hands that soon turned their cries into a roar of "WE ARE STILL HERE! WE WILL NOT PERISH!"

They named their new world Amterra.

Despite many theories - no one actually knows what happened to the Reckless Tower after the Shattering. Prayers: Unanswered. Presence: Absent. On top of it all - the magic that was once woven throughout the world itself soon started to wane, and those that had magic coursing through their veins just like their ancestors before them found it harder and harder to use it. With the God's voices and favors no longer heard and with magic rapidly deteriorating - the Abandoned had no choice but to look to themselves and their environment to survive. Eventually stumbling upon the newly-created craves and looking to find what is now known throughout the entire of Amterra as the greatest discovery Post-Shattering:   Krystallum.   These crystals once more allowed people to use the magic of their ancestors, but is also allowed for many of the modern advancements that Amterra now has. Machines were created - powered by Krystallum to replace some of the burdens of day to day life. Immensely popular with the people it sparked what is now known as the Age of Teknomagic. With engineers and inventors coming up with new and inventive ways to use the Krystallum.   However with that good - came the bad. Simple machines gave way to advancing weapons. With the weapons came the paranoia and jealousy that muddied the political waters. War bloomed, lives were lost, and it didn't end until an agreement was struck. All agreeing that the creation of new weapons using Krystallum was to be banned, and that other new Krystallum technology was to be shared with everyone.

"Rejoice! For our bridge of peace has finally been built between us all!"

Nowadays - things have settled. It’s not perfect by any means, but Amterra resembles what the world used to be, just with more advancements. Adventuring is still a thing, though regulated now by Companies. Trade and travel are back on track.   And where there is light, there is still darkness to challenge it.