Dominalem

Once Dominalem was large and filled with powerful civilizations, innovative technology, and powerful magic. A massive world with a dozen continents each unique and beautiful.   The nations of this world hit an age of unprecedented peace and prosperity followed by another of innovate growth, and technological progress. The further they pushed the more they prospered. This ended at an unknown date, during an unknown hour when someone pushed to far...   Abominations beyond comprehension found their way to Dominalem, and brought ruin to the once flourishing world. Feeding off of the Magical Leylines and living essence of the world, the races of Dominalem were on the brink of extinction. The gods themselves rushed to the aid of their mortal followers, and with great sacrifice drove the beings back into the void from whence they came. The war ended with out an applause or chants of victory, but a race against time to salvage what was left of the planet. The remainder of the gods and Magi of the world sucked the leylines dry to pull the remaining landmasses together into one continent.   Even with billions dead the relatively small land mass was grossly overcrowded. The few remaining magi gradually lost control, as their power faded, and the gods seeing that they were no longer required callously left their servants to their fate. Eventually a Centaur Chechen, A dwarven warlord, and a human king decided that drastic action needed to be taken. A purge must happen. They combined their forces and set out to save what was left of their world. "Join or die" was their mantra as they slowly brought the remaining races to heel, or wiping them out entirely. Only the wise savage tribes of the north, Enlightens Republics of the jungles, and the insecticide warrior kingdoms of the deserts were able to withstand the onslaught.   Four hundred years later, the <Empire> is falling apart. History has not looked well upon the actions took by their ancestors, and more peoples have begun ceding from the once proud nation. In its current state the world is a barbaric shadow of its former self. The magic of the world is much weaker than ages past, and much of the technology had been lost to time. The <Empire> and the Insectoid kingdoms are at an uneasy peace. While the Jungle United Enlightened Republics desperately try to hold their world together.