the center · claimed by none

The Wasteland

The land around the broken heart of the continent is not sealed, and not forbidden. It is simply hostile — to life, to comfort, to certainty. Colors sit wrong. Compasses hesitate. All four powers keep outposts here, and none of them keeps one for long.

Between the outposts the ruins lie open: broken towns, older roads, the buried work of peoples no one remembers. Every power keeps coming back. What can be found here is worth dying for, which is the problem.