Senes from the Wasteland (part one)
There is a place where the Gods went to die.
Scattered across the twisted and broken landscape are the shattered remains of dead gods while nightmare things that were once gods wander across the wastelands, warping everything in their path into shapes born of madness.
A place where the Nameless Ones broke through in a time so long ago that even the most ancient denizens of Faerie remember it only in myths and legends.
A place where nightmares become reality and time turns back upon itself like the Ourobouros, a serpent forever devouring its own tail.
These are the Shattered Lands.
Scattered across the twisted and broken landscape are the shattered remains of dead gods while nightmare things that were once gods wander across the wastelands, warping everything in their path into shapes born of madness.
A place where the Nameless Ones broke through in a time so long ago that even the most ancient denizens of Faerie remember it only in myths and legends.
A place where nightmares become reality and time turns back upon itself like the Ourobouros, a serpent forever devouring its own tail.
These are the Shattered Lands.