Eliair

The world has fallen. An age of darkness and strife, brought upon by a great cataclysm of fire and earth, now leaves the world scarred and uncertain. To the north, the forests and mountains lie frozen, wastelands of snow between them. To the east, open, sparse steppes leave little food, and even less arable land. In the south the land is split between dense jungles and even denser swamps, a mire of death and suffering. And in the west the desert is growing, swallowing up all in its path.   But there were survivors, mortals who made it through the terrible devastation, and have been working hard to rebuild, and survive. The old national boundaries have fallen, and must be redrawn by these survivors. The devastated lands must be resettled, and new rulers must rise. History has been lost, but the future still has a light of hope, and perhaps in time the world of Eliair will rise again.   In the east, the nomadic tribes begin traveling and grazing, tending their flocks and gathering horses. In the west, the desert sands are being pushed away from oases and rivers by simple but effective irrigation works. To the north, the dwarves have begun digging anew, and the giants slowly begin searching for signs of their history. And in the southlands, hidden temples and villages have begun to emerge, building within the trees to avoid the dangerous jungle floor below.