Baelonmor

The world has withered away. Once lush forests have rotted into graveyards of dead wood. Once fertile fields now bear no fruit. Even the rivers and seas, once bountiful in fish, now offer no catch worth keeping. In their place, monsters stalk the land. Horrific creatures prowl the desolate wastes, feeding on whatever and whoever they can find.

However, the few good gods who remain managed to offer some sanctuary to the mortals they swore to protect. When the Five Blights first spread and the monsters began to emerge from their dens, the surviving gods warded the towns and cities that they could, conjuring towering walls and looming battlements to shield their subjects from the world beyond.

One after another, these bulwarks fell. As did their gods. It is only a matter of time until the last few fall.