You live in a world that has been torn from it’s proper place, dislocated, and now it throbs like a bone out of it’s socket. Functional but wounded.

The Riving turned your world into a place that does not want you. The air, water, animals, all taste foul and rotten to most civilized races.

Yet there are small jewels of hope, small pinpoints of life and civilization that drift across the Riven World like seeds on the wind. You call one of these floating cities home. The cities have stood for centuries, maybe millennia, since The Riving.

Will you help them stand?
Or will you bring them down?

The Riven World

Flumenos Isy spartan300th TheElderThing