Once upon a cataclysm

In a place, far away from here, once florished a culture with giant cities, aqueducts, towers, fortresses, monasteries... The empire was held together by magic; arch-wizards had a pact with an ancient dragon-order, which kept the balance between space and time.

Although the Dragons lived in peace with humanity for a long time, the balance has come to be disrupted and the world disintegrated into chaos. On the cataclysmic destruction that followed, nothing but rubble and ashes remained in their realm. Spread across the land a handful of survivors crawled out from under the debris, seeking to maintain life. Their world was ruined, filled with a gloomy haze and the stench of death. 

Only at the far edges of the empire there were some remote islands, ancient forests and gigantic mountain ranges that withstood the catastrophe. Gysbönæ is one of these woods, deep in the northwest, being eaten away slowly by the ever-hungry gape of chaos. Being once vast and powerful, now the sickness of the surrounding lands has tainted the trees. Within days they wither and die, falling into a landslide bordering the forest. Months after the disaster, the landslide has tuned into a receding cliff of 300 feet high; on top of the mighty Gysbönæ forests still stands proud, awaiting it's coming peril. 

This is the place where a few lone souls happen to meet, seeking to find love in a dead world.

This is where our story begins...