World

In this world, the land has floated in the sky since time immemorial. Nations have stood on the great floating islands for ages, while the people of the small, fragile islands have long lived by moving from island to island. Here, the edge of an island crumbling away was nothing unusual. But lately, a collapse unlike anything anyone has ever seen has begun swallowing islands all across the world. The land it takes turns to clear crystal, along with every living thing upon it. Its light is drawn up into the sky, and what remains falls into the depths of the Void, never to return.

With the Collapse, monstrous, otherworldly foes have begun crawling out of the Void. On the islands, they raise strongholds, each an anchor binding the four-colored power that keeps its island aloft to a single point. Bring down a stronghold, and the power it held has nowhere left to go. Released, it draws in the next island and joins it to the one you stand on. To survive on crumbling ground, there is no choice but to keep shattering strongholds, joining island after island, and pressing on ahead of the Collapse.

People whisper that the Collapse is divine wrath, or that the world is reaching the end of its days. Many believe the great Wolfram Empire brought it on by drawing too much of that four-colored power from the land. But no one can say for certain why the land is falling apart in a way it never has before. The clues lie scattered in fragments among the traces left on the crumbling islands.