Chronicles of Decay
“Our world is old. Old almost beyond record. So many things have heeded the call of the years and vanished. Magic is but a feeble reminder, a deviant hobby. The Gods are dead. The planes have waned and shattered, finally pulled apart when the Lady of Blades was forcibly deified, giving our Emperor power over the very laws of reality. The space between worlds is a black void, and perhaps always has been.
Now even the stars, red and bloated, lie dying. The taint of the void eats its way into everything. The Doomguard, perhaps humanity’s last great enemy, stage enigmatic attacks around the world, the origin of their frighteningly potent abilities hidden behind a spacial blank
The world winds down. Entropy is king. And for some reason, you have chosen life."