The Old World
When the gods first created the world, it was a larger, more alien place. Though they filled the lands with life much as they did the Teicna known today, something about it displeased them over time, and after a number of calamities, the world was simply discarded. The surface of the very planet was shorn loose, crumpled up, and obliterated. It was believed for millennia that it had been utterly destroyed, but that was not the case. Instead, the matter which made up the land of Teicna's first people was banished to an outer void, inverted and shattered beyond use or recognition. There it waited, with only the most tenuous of connections with the space it left behind, until the gods responsible lived no more.
The demon lands in the immediate aftermath of their uprooting were a harsh, unforgiving place. A strange, pale facsimile of the planet's core hung in the air of their warped planet, providing light and heat. This seemed like salvation for all of the few hours it took to realize that it did not offer the opportunity of night. For ages it beat down upon their world. What water hadn't fallen through the cracks when they'd first been peeled free now evaporated into a thick fog that filled the air and turned much of the world into a torturous sauna. Plants withered and rotted, animals grew violent in their desperation, and demonkind descended into an era of aggression and fear.
You seem to have a lovely world up here, true enough, but I just don't get the love you have for your gods. The best thing the gods ever did for us was die.
With the death of Malephesh, when the oceans of the new Teicna were diverted away from dousing the planet's exposed core, they again failed to be destroyed and instead appeared in the demon realms. In a pair of rings that mirrored where the water disappeared in the shattered world, the water poured outward onto the steamed landscape, forming a singular ring of ocean that gave real hydration to the creatures of the Old World for the first time since anyone living could remember.
Geography
Though the land has cooled considerably since the arrival of the Brightlands' Water, much of the planet is still plagued by a dense fog that keeps the land hydrated, but can make it difficult to breathe for anyone not acclimated to the humidity. These regions have been bolstered by the arrival of the brackish liquid water that snakes in from the central sea and are generally teeming with life, caught somewhere between being a fetid swamp and a dense jungle. However, this is life that was forged by eons of survival of the fittest. Food is now plentiful, allowing them to grow big and strong, but it's done little to curb their predatory natures.
Unique to the demon realm are the Chasms. Holes in the crust of the planet that trail out into an inky nothingness. Fragments of the shattered earth still float in place, not quite free from whatever arcane gravity keeps the rest of it in one piece, but not entirely anchored either. To date, none who have returned from these pits have returned with word of anything beyond the edges of the world. Some have attempted to travel far enough to reach the 'underside', where their world's crust ends and they could theoretically walk along its outer surface, but thus far none have returned from such a trip.
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