Broken Earth

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Once, in the time before the breaking, the world was whole. The legends tell tales of fantastic magic that could tear the sky asunder and reweave it to the will of man. The line between godhood and mortality wore thin. The stars were dragged from the sky and caged. Then, the world broke. A new world formed, a crusted scab over a mortal wound. Now, the third age of that world comes to a close, and the fourth dawns. What shall emerge from that new horizon; madness or salvation?   Do you hear the call? The call to step to the horizon? To delve into the still smoldering cracks of the universe and dredge up relics of the old world, to stand stalwart against the encroaching wild, to defend what little in this world still remains pure? Do you hear the inexorable call of adventure, in all it's glory? In all its horror?   The world is old. The world is ancient. The world is large. The world is infinite. The breaking put an end to the laws of the world. Ancient scholars say that the humans of the first age looked to their sky with feelings of hope, instead of despair, in their time there were no horrors to haunt the night. They scoured the sea of monsters and sealed away the things that would crawl from the caverns below. They feared not the denizens of hell, nor dark heaven. Death had been killed, and the living needed not fear the dead.