The sun has not risen in the Mortal Earth for quite some time. The gods of the realm were the only force protecting it from outside interference. One by one, those gods fell at the claws of incomprehensible, otherworldly opponents. Whether murdered, tricked, or imprisoned, the sole protectors of the Mortal Earth found themselves unable to defend the realm which they loved deeply. Once the eldritch entities had their grasp on the world, many lives were taken and entire continents fell due to the chaos and anarchy. This event is called the Death of Divinity in legends and myths. The only divines that still have any semblance of power over the realm are the gods of death, as the countless killings caused by the Death of Divinity made them ascend beyond deity status. No longer are the gods of death even referred to as gods anymore, they are no longer even sapient beings capable of thought. Death, corruption, and execution has consumed them all, becoming absolute embodiments of the domains that they represent. They no longer care for the well-being of the world or even their followers, they only care for their eventual demise. Because of the inherently chaotic nature of life on the Mortal Earth, orderly civilization is a relatively new experiment. While it is easy to find small settlements and villages, the concept of nations and empires is one viewed with dismission, especially after the fall of Baltaim's Empire little over a hundred years ago. In the settlements that were once part of the Empire, there is still a semblance of organization and politics, but the idea of a continent-spanning civilization is considered a lost cause universally. The destruction and demise that came to the Mortal Earth countless years ago is but a myth to the peoples living on it now. Life is still terrible and chaotic, but they have been able to endure despite the fall of their gods and the absence of any quality in living. However, just recently, they have been struck with the urge to be something more. No more shall they wallow in their own filth, no more shall they simply accept that they can not change the world. The skies have been without light for far too long. From inside the core of the earth, a call is made. A call into the stars, a call for heroes, a call for something more. "The sun must rise again."