Klend-El-Hul

A post apocalyptic wasteland, Klend-El-Hul is all that remains of a once vibrant world.
Greed and self importance, that is what drove it to the brink, and that is what drives it still in its half-living wake.  
Vestran; the western nations of men.
Dreki; the diarchy of elves and dragons.
And the Dwarves betwixt them.
None could stop the end.  
When the Calamity Comet burned the northern glaciers.
When the Reapers rose from the seas and stormed the cities.
When two opposing nations brought to bare the most destructive devices and magics to ever grace their sights.  
Now there is little left.
The Vestians, a shattered people; It's lands support just enough to keep the remaining rabble alive.
Dreki, a scorched wasteland.
The continent of Skáney cracks in two, exposing the once secretive dwarves to a short, tragic life of danger.  
And here you are; The survivors. The fighters. The Scroungers
Those who must do what they must do to live.
Pillaging ancient cities of their technology and magics.
Trading them for iodine tablets, fresh water, and creature comforts.
And of course, crushing any fool who dares to look at your winnings for too long.