A world drowned under the reign of the Dark pantheon. The sun never rises here. The locals have inherited vile behaviour from their gods. Most have a twisted morale, others do not limit themselves at all. Necromancy; injecting a body with magic, despite the accompanying mutations; sacrifices; betrayals – the strong of this World can be stopped by the stronger. As for the weak and the volitionless, they are destined to be slaves and servants.
Two most ancient hivecities, district-over-district, many civilisations have emerged and disappeared there.
A dried out sea. A salt dessert, littered with the fossils of arcane creatures. The locals practise a combination of necromancy and geomancy to enslave constructs of petrified remains. They gather unique material – salt crystals, which under the pressure of the former water column were pressurised to have a toughness of steel.
The local people are the descendents of ancient prisoners, who were sent to the jails on the bottom of the sea. Jails have deteriorated, the crowd has spread out. They are forced to acquire air through all sorts of means. The tyranny is sown by the 5 ancient monstrous warlords: they were still around, when the jails were. They underwent a series of mutations in order to fully adapt to life underwater.
“Give way to (my) ambitions!”