Rivenrot
The only destiny is death
The end has been nigh for centuries
“It fell from the firmament, a sickly star banished from the black waters of the heavens. Her name was Asphodel. She turned the rivers to blood. Those that drank became deathless and marred.”
Maps and Scraps
Our history is but moths and rust
The Rive robbed humanity of its history. If something wasn’t written in stone it may as well have not been written at all. Knowledge mostly comes from intrepid rangers and generous Ebonbairn, but only in disjointed scraps.