Estellia

The Undying Emperor is no more. His lands lay wasted and cursed. His subjects corrupted and enslaved under his lingering will to protect his greatest treasure: The Lance of Truth. The weapon forged from the bones of the great creator, used to strike down all who opposed his control over the continent. Deep in the halls of his fortress, his rigor-mortis laden corpse still clings to the lance upon his broken throne.   The kingdoms which surround the emperor's land, the ones which once bowed to his almighty power, now turn their heads towards the land their master once controlled and the prize that lies at the centre of it. Once unified under their fear of the emperor, with hands now unshackled they draw their swords against each other. Some wish to claim the power as their own and lay dominion over the continent. Others wish to claim it so that its power cannot be exploited by anyone. Some wish only to see this power destroyed for good.   With the continent at war with both itself and the rotting, cursed, creatures that march from the emperor's land, folk must rise up to forge the future of this world. All manner of people, shall take up the task. Farmers in peaceful villages, nobles in high courts, travellers from distant lands. These are the people who will shape what the continent will look like when the curtain falls.   Go now, foolish hero. Go and forge your path in the Age of Temptation.