Eldranis

Welcome to Eldranis, where gods once walked and the ruins they left are still warm.

The supercontinent of Orethar holds most of what anyone would call civilization: the empire of Imperion, the frontier holds of Eirendor, the mountain halls of Ulfheim, the courts of Shenyun. Past its coasts lie the Shattered Isles, broken apart when Galdrim made his last stand against the Voidborn Zal'kathor and tore the land open, scattering islands across the sea. People still dig there. People still do not come back.

Elsewhere the world refuses to settle. Kaukai burns and grows in the same breath, volcanoes feeding jungles where the old elemental traditions were never interrupted. Avalore lies drowned with its halls still lit and still inhabited. The Aurelian Fields grow the empire's wine above ground and hide the Veins of Altoria below it.

Two moons watch all of it. Selune, pale and steady, keeps the calendar and the tides. Eirun, small and red, governs magic, ritual, and the nights people would rather not talk about afterward. When both are full at once, the Celestial Circle starts paying attention.

This is a living world with several parties writing in it at the same time. What one group leaves at a crossroads can turn up in another group's road months later. Bring a character with something to lose.

Where will your legend begin?