Interitus, A Land of Darkness

Imagine a world of darkness, carved forth from the remains of all mortal planes of existence. No longer does there stand the Forgotten Realms, Greyhawk, or anything in between. All life as it was once known has been shredded, the few remaining pockets of these once gorgeous civilizations has been rendered inert. Only a single question to be asked. Why?   Not that anyone has the answer. As far as the survivors know, there is no explanation, no reason for any of it. From the grey-scale lifeless trees, to the streams that run in the opposite direction, their waters stained red with blood.   But, to be fair, this is not meant as a world to live in, nor a world to survive. It is a cemetery, the living upon it simply waiting patiently for their time to come, for death to finally reach them. Except, for those who choose to fight back. Those who dare to survive, to believe themselves capable of something more. Within the land of Interitus, life is what you make of it, after all. And the things that go bump in the night, that surround your ever waking moment, your deepest nightmare, and know even the faintest of desire, well. They're better off outside, than in.