Varnathar

Author's Note: Varnathar is a world ravaged by millennia of neglect and destruction. Once a vibrant land teeming with life, it now lies in a state of perpetual desolation. The sky is often choked with swirling, ashen clouds, casting a dull, sickly light over the barren landscape. Jagged rock formations pierce the earth like the bones of a long-dead titan, and vast stretches of cracked earth are interspersed with deep canyons and dried riverbeds. The wind howls through the ruins of ancient cities, carrying with it the echoes of a forgotten civilization. Only the hardiest of creatures survive here, thriving in the shadows of the once-glorious peaks and crumbled monuments that dot the land. Few dare to venture into the wastes, for those who do are often lost to the endless, unforgiving expanse. The world’s fractured history is told through the scattered remnants of its past—ruined temples, crumbling libraries, and broken statues that hint at a time of power and prosperity, long since lost. There is a constant undercurrent of decay, with the very earth itself seeming to mourn the passing of its glory days. Only the desperate or the foolhardy seek refuge in Varnathar’s heart, believing that among the ruins lie the answers to a greater mystery, or perhaps the key to reversing the devastation that has marred the world for centuries.