Before the event named Star Fall, the continents were whole and populated by the four main races. Their Gods, angered for reasons now lost to the ages, threw down the heavens and decimated the world as everyone watched in horror. Some of these races were advanced, some not, yet they had made some remarkable strides in the years they had lived. Then it all vanished in a blink of an eye. Their lands were devastated, torn apart in flame and crater, awash in floods and lost in rubble. The seas rose up and swallowed what was known and left just broken pieces to live on. This reset the roll of years for everyone and after this event the adoptive SF (Star Fall) is used to record the years
The main land masses of this world were hit the hardest, fracturing into small island shards barely able to accommodate the survivors. The smaller ones disappeared altogether beneath the massive waves that rolled over the mountains and lakes. What was left after the dust settled was only a fraction of what was. The people that clung to life were still many, but much reduced. They renamed the land that was left the Shards and tried to rebuild, but they were enslaved by the strongest of the races, the Orcs. By far the most numerous of the races, they forced the remaining races to flee or be their slaves, taking the land for themselves and using their new slaves to help them rebuild in their image. They spent the next decade or so reclaiming their lands and building up their armies. Warlords arose among the islands and they fought each other for slaves, for food, and for power.
Welcome to the dark shadow of the world, far away from the lush green of Tamia. These islands all fight for survival against the terrible warlords that try and rule them. Tall slave towers dot the islands and fierce monsters plague the seas between them, just waiting for the Orcish warships to bring them their latest meal. The two tribes of Orcs, the Grenan and the Gralnan now fight for dominance among their own kinds and the slaves are helpless to break free.