The Broken World 

A Beast World native takes a lot for granted. Grass grows in the spring. One sun rises every morning. The ground is below you. But what if a world gradually forgot its own rules? 

Air in the Broken World is often toxic, or freezing, or absent. The horizon is a jagged line showing the uncertainty of nature itself. Finding a place to stand where everything behaves normally is exceedingly rare. Everywhere else is rife with the dangers of a world wailing its own death knell. 

Yet, there’s beauty and treasure to be found in the turmoil. The transformation of the landscape has created spectacular accidents, such as walls of inky black that bisect a row of repeated suns or fields of undulating brambles that stretch hundreds of miles. Within this aberrant nature lie mysterious treasures from a world that lived here before. The question is: can an explorer keep from being spaghettified long enough to claim them?