The Sundering
The Sundering
The sky came apart over the Vale, and what poured through it did not leave. It settled. It learned the shape of the world and started wearing it.
- the only line of it anyone wrote down
You start in the Vale: a green bowl inside a mountain wall, with an waystone burning in the middle of it and something already circling the ruins on the far side. Nine other places press up against its edges - a forest that closed over itself, a tundra that buried one, a caldera that is still burning, an abyss with shelves you can stand on.
Each has its own creatures, its own weather, its own music and its own way back through the mountains. Nothing here is a menu entry. If you can see it you can walk to it, and the walk is most of the point.

















