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Not much is known about the place you have been drawn to. As such, it has simply become known as The World, and for the time being, it is home.
The most striking thing about The World is its vivid sky. At night, millions of stars are scattered across the darkness, but more impressive is the vivid aurora visible no matter where you find yourself.
One thing is peculiar about this aurora: it does not change hues, nor does it shift across the sky. It is static, a streak of motionless teal. It's even visible in the daylight, subtle but there all the same.
Even stranger, though, is an ominous dark streak that cuts across the sky. It is black, a little uneven, and never moves from where it blots out the stars. It's unclear what this streak is, but hopefully it's nothing bad…
In the center of the clearing in which you arrive is a large, wide circle of standing stones. Approximately fifty or sixty feet in diameter, the circle is surrounded with enormous standing stones of various shapes, heights, and sizes. Some seem to be inscribed with a runic language that reads, “Ilya guide us through the night.”
At the very center of the circle is densely packed cairn, at least seven feet tall. It is carved with runes that say, “Keep us safe and guide us true,” and glows gentle teal when Outlanders approach it. It is around this cairn that Outlanders arrive to begin to explore The World in which they have found themselves.
The Edge of The World is hazy with a fog, but it’s not as dense or inscrutable as the barrier separating the Taiga from other biomes. You are struck by the strange feeling that you are no longer walking on stone or dirt or any other kind of solid earth. No, the soil gives way to wood, certainly textured like bark and littered with impressive swaths of moss.
Approaching the edge, which curves at the precipice, you look over the side and are aghast to find that you are not on solid earth or a planet at all. You are standing upon a massive branch, which twists into the distance. Below is nothing but empty space, dark and littered with stars. You realize, seeing this, that the strange black shape cutting across the sky is another branch, lofted overhead.
There is a rot spreading across the land. Some Leviathans simply call it a corruption while others call it a black art.
No one knows where it came from. All that’s known is that, over centuries, the corruption has crept across the land, claiming biomes and Leviathans alike. It is pervasive and changes everything it touches. The land sours and slowly dies, and Leviathans claimed are not themselves. All they do is hunger and desire to spread the rot.
No Leviathan is immune, and so far, it seems there is no cure.
The appearance of the corruption varies from biome to biome, but some commonalities include: