The Shattered World

A millennium ago magicians fought a war, and smached the world into a thousand pieces. In partial expiation of these same sorcerers cast spells to set the fragments to floating about each other in the Abyss, to inform them with a proper gravity, and to supply them and the space that seperates them with an atmosphere that men and beasts may breathe. But that was long ago; in a thousand years even sorcerers grow old, and so do their spells. Now the doom that was forstalled is at hand. Already pieces of the Shattered World begin to collide. Soon all will meet, and coalesce, and melt into molten chaos.