Arbour

Imagine five great disks, rotating slowly in parallel to each other. Holding them in place is a massive spire of stone, like an axle between wheels. On each of these are denizens and citizens, societies and cultures thousands of years old and ever changing. Imagine a world where five planes of existence have been forged together, and where physical travel from one to another is difficult but possible.   Welcome to Arbour, a world of vast plains, dense jungles and treacherous seas. Once, magic suffused the world, empowering even the lowliest of peasants. The world prospered, until all were brought low by an incursion of the Nine Hells into Arbour. In a struggle upon which the survival of mortal life depended, the inhabitants of Arbour with the help of the Titans prevailed.   Weakened and exhausted the Titans went into hibernation, and with their disappearance so too did magic fade. Now only relics and dilapidated machinery remain to prove that magic existed in the first place.   The people of Arbour have persevered however. The long lived races found their longevity slipping away, so integrated into other flourishing civilizations. The forebearers of humanoids on the plane, the genasi, vanished after the incursion, and took with them great knowledge and power. What remains of them is only a memory, a legend of deeds done. Many times have the mortal races been threatened with extinction, but the each time they have persisted, adapted, and survived; in many cases, they have even thrived.