Iolcus

A world recovering from the wars of gods and demi-gods. Continents were lost beneath the oceans, mountains rose from the depths, and fire rained down for countless years. A few creatures managed to survive through luck, in hidden nooks of the Darklands, in the depths of the ocean, or by escaping into magic refuge. Most were either destroyed entirely, or changed beyond recognition.   Now, centuries after the destruction, civilization slowly returns, but, where previously the sun rose and set and the seasons ebbed and flowed with the years, now one side of the world always faces the sun, bathed in scorching rays, while the other is frozen in eternal night. Between the ravages of the molten Everlight, and the frozen wastes of the Evernight, lies a band of eternal twilight where the remains of the civilized world struggle to establish a foothold amidst the myriad cultures molded by the Age of Arcana.