Below the Fallen Sun

The Age of Progress is over. Gone are the days of Arch Mages who drew power from the sun and moved entire mountains with a thought. Gone are the days where a man’s head could be reattached or even improved upon with steel. The artifacts and designs created by the lost Technomancy of Artificers are hidden and the few that have survived should remain buried. A hundred years have passed. As the survivors dig deeper to avoid the dangers they have unleashed, the factions that have formed fight and squabble over dwindling resources, sending their armies to tear each other apart with simple weapons and guns, many never seeing the Sun. Adventurers delve into forgotten caves and caverns, finding precious resources or to the boon and damnation of everyone, dungeons. Wizards and artificers covet and kill for scraps and notes of those forgotten, and said knowledge is coveted and guarded jealously. Who will you be in this damned world? Another depressing world created by your’s truly. If you have any suggestions and/or feedback, I’ll read happily them!