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| Athas. A barren wasteland for the most part, drained of its life by the sorcerer-kings and defilers. Society is on the edge of a knife. To practice magic is to be marked for death; raw elements are the objects of worship. | Athas, an old world with many scars. It has a long intracut history, not all painful, but mostly forgotten. For who can waste their time looking into the past, when they stuggle to survive on a dying planet? Arid wastelands broken up by jagged mountians and seas of silt; that is what you have to look forward to when you live on Athas. Ten or twenty years of backbreaking labor and then death by thirty; that is what you have to look forward to when you live on Athas. Fierce monsters roam the wastes and prey on traveling caravans and small villages... Wait, you come from the city? Behind those high walls? Then you are doubly cursed, for at least those people outside have some freedom mixed with their suffering. You, you must serve a tyrant of the worst kind, a Sorcerer-King, and all of his currupt templars. It would be better to just end it now, save yourself a life of torment, for what can you hope to accomplish with such odds stacked against you? You are no hero, there are no heroes in Athas. Only dead men walking. |
A taste of the Dark Sun
Athas, an old world with many scars. It has a long intracut history, not all painful, but mostly forgotten. For who can waste their time looking into the past, when they stuggle to survive on a dying planet?
Arid wastelands broken up by jagged mountians and seas of silt; that is what you have to look forward to when you live on Athas. Ten or twenty years of backbreaking labor and then death by thirty; that is what you have to look forward to when you live on Athas. Fierce monsters roam the wastes and prey on traveling caravans and small villages... Wait, you come from the city? Behind those high walls? Then you are doubly cursed, for at least those people outside have some freedom mixed with their suffering. You, you must serve a tyrant of the worst kind, a Sorcerer-King, and all of his currupt templars.
It would be better to just end it now, save yourself a life of torment, for what can you hope to accomplish with such odds stacked against you? You are no hero, there are no heroes in Athas. Only dead men walking.
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