Greater Garravia (Numenera)

The Earth has moved on from party politics and social media - there have been eight iterations of the rise and fall of globe-spanning societies. Millennia have passed. Welcome to the Ninth World.   The dust from the previous eight versions of Earth has settled - and is now called "drit", not "dirt", by the way - as humans and the other sentient species that populate the globe try to build something of what has been left to them. People no longer have the knowledge of how the technology of previous civilizations works, so they do what humans do best - discover, learn, grow.   Within the span of this world are regions that still hold mysteries too strange for common society, even after uncountable years when anything that *could* happen *did* happen. One of these places is Greater Garravia, which lies on the far southeast edge of the Steadfast, the current time's center of human society. Few people travel to Garravia these days - they have enough strangeness in their lives in the villages and cities of the Steadfast, thank you very much. They don't need to go poking into places where strange forces are rumored to be at play; where a Changing God hops from body to body, leaving their Castoffs behind to wander Garravia's dusty plains; where a war has raged for a hundred years.   For the people of Garravia, however, this is not a remote mystery to ponder around the hearth on a cold winter night. It is their life and livelihood that's being bandied about, by forces grown accustomed to thinking of the common Garravian as merely a means to an end. This is their story.