land that was once home to all in the world is now a almost barren waist and only home to outcast rebels and prisoner’s that aren’t worth the cell. At first the surface world was a beautiful land panted green with trees and grass and now its desert and ruin where nothing grows the animal’s that use to run thru the wood are now mutated freaks that attack anything they find the winds blows and the sand rips at your skin and the weather changes on a dime the constant war destroy the land and irradiated the land with magic and man-made destruction. But if you look in the sky you can still see sanctuary floating high above the ruin (NEEDS TO BE EDITED)
The Ruin is a home for exiles, criminals, adventurers, and people who just couldn’t make it anywhere else. There is nothing but trying to survive, there is no thriving, there is no known organized community. The surface is blown to hell but is still valuable, as rare supplies can be found from scavenging through the rubble. Most of the immediate areas surrounding Underworld cities have been picked clean, but increasingly valuable supplies can be scavenged the farther out one goes. Naturally, the Demon threat grows in danger the farther out one ventures, and greed has been the downfall of many adventures getting a little too brave.