Arcem

The realm depicted here is but one of many that drift in the void of Uncreated Night. For those dwelling within it, the world is much as it ever was, scarred by the echoes of the Shattering but with sunlight, gravity, the passage of seasons, and all the customary elements of a world. Yet all educated souls know that this comfortable solidity melts away at the far borders of the realm, where the deep blue sea darkens to black and the light of the sun fails in the deepening gloom. Those poor fools who sail onward are doomed to fall away, drifting through Uncreated Night until desperate privation, foul abominations, or their own wretched despair sees them dead. Realms are fragile worlds. Each is a fragment of the world that was, and each suffers from the creeping decay of Heaven’s celestial engines. The bright configurations of glory that once maintained the law are broken now, too many savaged by divine scavengers, smashed by the Made Gods in their war, or crumbling without the care of their angelic maintainers. Some realms have collapsed into Uncreated Night once more, while most others find unnatural calamities raging across their hard-pressed lands.