Edge of the World
“No running. No shoving. No horseplay.” -Sign at the Edge of the World
Cobb’s final spell sent a devastating pulse of energy through the leylines of the world, splitting it to its very core. In a horrendous blast of magic, an entire hemisphere of the planet was annihilated. Mountain ranges crumbled, oceans evaporated into the cosmos, and civilizations built up over the course of millenia were wiped from the planet in a heartbeat.
The planet’s equilibrium had been destroyed. Unnatural storms raged across the sky, and the days grew shorter and shorter as the planet spun off of its axis. The most powerful of the remaining wizards and sorcerers united at the edge of the world, hoping to save what was left of the planet from complete destruction. Combining all of their magical knowledge, they bound the world’s wounds, creating a new man-made balance that returned the remaining half of the planet to its previous state. The effort, it seems, was more than they could bear, for they were never heard from again.
Now the Edge of the World makes up the northern border of the Elven Empire. Some make pilgrimage there to gaze off into the abyss, while others consider it a cursed place and refuse to go near it. Beyond, the shards of the world that once was hang eerily in the void, bound in place by magic, a massive graveyard haunted by millions of lost souls.