Where the World Began

The Lore of Bastunia

In a narrow band of the cosmos between Lost and Found space; a forsaken region expunged from the far-reaching minds of the greatest arcs; an area unaffectionately nicknamed "the Unfound", a single, isolated planet caught the eye of an up-and-coming hybrid. Almost 300 years ago, the planet was terrascaped and seeded with a people. This was Discovery.

Thanks to the loving guidance of this hybrid-god, those few short centuries saw a civilization rise out of nothingness. In a galactic eye-blink, barbarians became high-society. This was Order.

But this hybrid, in his eagerness to make a name for himself, had ignored any and all warnings about the perilous Unfound. If the rumors were to be believed, it meant the planet's days were numbered. Try as he might to deny them, the evidence of his mistake abounded. So began the Crumble. 

Now it is year 293 and the hybrid-god has been missing for 16 years. Evidence of his sudden departure is inescapable. At first, it was like a crack crawling slowly across the foundation of a house. With nothing to seal the crack, all manner of creeping things were allowed inside. Left to their own devices, their barbarian history is being rapidly remembered. This is the Fall.