Avalor

No one remembers when the oceans died. But they did. And when they did, the world went mad. They say water once stretched past the sky’s horizon, but all that remains of the lost seas is an endless shore of salt and sand.

Who or what killed the ocean has been forgotten. But whatever it was also killed the forests, the flowers, and the grass. Rivers and lakes, snow covered mountains, orchards, and green country sides are nothing more than fairytales these days.

Did civilization destroy the world? Or did the world destroy civilization? Perhaps the answer doesn’t matter in a nameless realm where both are nearly dead.

All that is left of once mighty magical kingdoms are scavengers fighting to survive. While not all are savages, oppression, drought, disease, and famine have driven otherwise honest folk to lives of banditry. Those who still roam the surface hunt and slaughter each other for little more than rain water and scraps of food.

In this dying world, its kill or be killed. Whether one is a scavenger, a raider, a slaver, or a slave, they've fought to survive and learned it’s easier to survive with others than it is alone.