The Span

Little is known about the beginning. Few are those who live from those chaotic time, and fewer still are the facts they are willing to share. Where once there was one, now there are multitudes. Universes, planes, and most importantly worlds.   The first was the waste created by the primordial war when gods shackled the elder forces of creation and destruction, once abandoned, now a lush world built on the bones of a thousand dead powers, the world that would one day come to be known as Aladorath.   The second was earth, once supposed to be paradise, now an abandoned failure. Watched over by false gods and mad archangels. Humanity progresses ever onwards, reaching for heights that once lead to their decimation by deific forces.   The last is Nasath. A mirror of earth, crafted by a mad primordial, home of the Eldritch Magics. Where all souls are merely another facet of the elder, that which is dead yet dreaming, and the rag man comes for all and one the same.