The Broken Realms

¬¬The world has ended.   A broken and fracturing shell is all that remains of the realms, and all that is left of the gods is the power they left behind. Yet, to the inhabitants of this world, this is merely life. They pass their days in any way they can. Many search for the small pieces of happiness that remain in their world. Some search for the faith that was lost not too long ago. Beliefs in this world range from the most extreme piety to the most stringent skepticism.   In a world like this, what was once impossible is now an everyday occurrence; seas burn, skies fall, and forests flow like rivers and seas. This world will never be free of peril, and adventurers will never be wanting for problems to solve.   The powers that be exist in uneasy peace. In a world like this, war is too costly. Instead, people go missing, artifacts are lost, governments hide behind flimsy treaties and baseless accusations. They prod, and poke, fight and forgive, trade empty promises and bold lies. They search for the power behind every crown, they search for the God Ink. So they may kill each other and take what remains.   The world is broken, vulnerable. All that is left is to wait, for the new age, or the end of times.