Tear of the Empire

More than eight hundred years have passed since the end of the War of the Gods.
The world has accepted the fall of the Old Empire and the rise of new ones.
The map has long been divided among three Great Empires, and minor conflicts along their borders have become routine. The gods are once again occupied with their own games, with little concern for what happens in the world.

Adventuring has long since become a profession. Yet every now and then, there are still those who carry the spirit of adventure within them — those willing to risk their lives for the chance to find something they would have been better off never knowing about.

From time to time, new interpreters of the prophecies of the Sage Salvei emerge.
They argue over the meaning of ancient words, errors in translation, hidden meanings, and what exactly was called “the First Tear of the Empire.”

Some search the ancient ruins.
Others sell “genuine” maps to those who want to believe.
Most prefer not to wonder why the old texts have outlived the empires that created them.

The world has long been frozen in a strange equilibrium.
An equilibrium that has endured for centuries — and for that very reason seems unbreakable.

And it is in such a world that those far removed from prophecies and great mysteries live.
Those whose fates are ground beneath the Empires, leaving behind nothing but an entry in a registry.

And this world will not change if you disappear.
It will not even notice.