The Murk

"How can I look in the eyes of my children and tell them what we have done with their inheritance?" ~Captain Anthony Mosgran, Magister 3rd Class   The world has begun to fail. It may take centuries, but without some great salvation humanity will dwindle and become nothing but memory. The Princes and their Councils know this. Some work tirelessly in an effort to salvage what they can for their people, while others debauch themselves in an effort to enjoy what remains for their days. Great Cathedrals fill to the brim with parishioners, calling out to their gods for deliverance. The soldiers have returned home, The War marking them in body and mind. The great Spires of the High Magisters hum with activity, working tirelessly to retain what humanity has left, and guilt ridden that they were the cause of such Calamity.   The common folk scrape by, their lot only worsened in the last 30 years. The War drove their sons and daughters to fight in the name of their home, The Calamity saw few return to that home. Those that did were changed by what they saw, what they did. They look to their children, who have known nothing but this world they created, and weep for what could have been.   The Murk tells the story of what happens to the survivors of a world ruined, and their attempts to thrive in a world rent by their forbearers.