Chromaubade

When fourteen suns and fourteen moons met, there were fourteen suns and zero moons left. So the story goes.   From the evermore cliffs to the forests of law, from the ever changing sun to the forever rogue moons. There is no such thing as safety anymore, as the gods are leaving us one by one.   A world split by politics, unstable magic, unknown visitors, and the threads of fate lost to the black seas with the moon. We must survive, no one will do it for us any longer.   And as the sun dips into its violet winter, what more can I do to prepare?