The Apocalypse Crusades
Endland is a place lacking in nature, civilization, and morality. The grasslands are but husky brown, the empires are but dilapidated towns, and the heroes are but naive vagabonds. The use of Magic is dumbfounding and drives all but the strongest of minds insane. The art of Alchemy is equally arcane. The few Civilizations that exist merely serve to fuel the endless droves of bandits that seem to grown as naturally as the grass and the trees.