The Dying Planet

The world is but a shadow of its former self. Nearly all life has been scoured from its face, torn into oblivion by defiling magic in the name of forgotten causes in forgotten wars. Water is extremely rare, and little land remains to support life beneath the relentless desert sun, and the little that does is dangerous to come by – for those that remain to struggle for existence in the wastes are even harsher than the land. Civilization is found only in the last cities, where protection is found only with oppression beneath ruthless dictators wielding the same magic which destroyed the world, the sorcerer-kings. In a world where freedom comes only on the point of a sword, what will you do?

The Tyrian Wastes

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