Every faith has a story of how the world ends. It's hard coded in their mythologies. But when the end of the universe actually happened, it was unlike anything ANY of them predicted.
Those Divine beings who survived the Reaping crafted a place of survival for their people, and ushered them to safety. Gone are the once glorious civilizations of myth and legend.
Gone are the heroes of ancient days: Hippolyta, Beowulf, Gilgamesh, Cleopatra, and Arthur. Their stories are the foundations of civilizations seeking to rebuild in the wake of destruction. Here are peoples of myth made real, some crafted from the clay of this new world; others pulled from the dreams and nightmares of the old. Human and Orc, Dwarf and Fae. Here, The Divine have taken a personal and vested interest in the Realm. These are the last of their followers.
For 5000 years the survivors of the Reaping have tried to reassemble some shadow of the former glory that was once their respective civilizations. Cultures war with one another seeking supremacy and control while their chosen Divine continue their ancient battles in the heavens still. The names they possessed when they came here have been lost to time; but their position and function... for those who have survived... remain.
Saved from the desert sands of Setesh by Orc priest Tulok, Knight Wanderer Isolde du'Avalonne must complete the last quest of her Lord, Ser Reynard the Swift; but the denizens of the desert have other plans for the foreigner and her savior.
