Fallen Wyrms
A world in the twilight of its gods.
An age of receding gods, a fading light, and a world running out of time. Dragons were the firstborn. What moves in the thin places now, no one can name.
An age of receding gods, a fading light, and a world running out of time. Dragons were the firstborn. What moves in the thin places now, no one can name.
The world was made as a paradise, tended by gods who dwelt within it. Then one of their number turned.
He tapped the Void, the primordial nothing, and split the divine host. His war shattered the utopia and broke the single world into pieces. The loyal gods, unwilling to keep waging a war that was unmaking creation, withdrew by choice. What magic remains is only the fading remnant of their presence: strongest where they last stood, thinning everywhere else, and running out.
Mortals now inherit a world the gods deliberately stepped out of. The light is going out, slowly, the way a fire goes to embers. Some read the signs as the gods stirring at last. Others feel a colder hand. No one can tell which, and the difference is everything.
One world, broken into pieces by the war of the gods. A great central continent flanked by two mountain ranges; a far Elven Isle; the lonely Isle of the Half-Elves; and two poles, the Wound in the north where the Void seeps in, and the Wellspring in the south, the last great light. Between them lies the Broken Deep, storm-wracked and studded with the drowned ruins of paradise.
The Fallen was the god of Time, the measurer of the ages, and of all the gods he alone always faced the nothing at the end of things. In the Void he found stillness and silence, and he came to long for it. What looks like a war of conquest is, beneath, a god reaching for his own rest, and willing to unmake the world to have it.
He cannot be destroyed, only caged or diminished, and so there will always be a Fallen. The light fades. The Void does not. That single imbalance is the engine of the age.
Twelve great powers stand in three houses: the Withdrawn who kept faith and left, the Undivided who refused the war and fell to mortality, and the Fallen's Host who followed him into the dark. Each god made a dragon in its own image, the firstborn of all living things, and mortals wear their allegiance as dragon-heraldry.
The whole world is set down in full: the gods and their dragons, the sundered lands, the peoples split by the Fall, the half-woken world beneath them, the six orders that measure the dying light, and the terrors the Void makes.
Twelve powers in three houses, and the twelve firstborn dragons.
The realms, the two poles, and the drowned deep.
Elves, dwarves, and Men, and the schism that split every kind.
Elementals, beast-folk, and the fading Muses.
How every institution answers to the fading light.
The terrors the Fallen twists out of the Void.
There is no single chosen hero. The turning of the age is the protagonist, seen through the eyes of those it catches: a ruined heir, a highborn traitor, two fallen goddesses, a fading brownie, and a deathless woman who would rather not be found.
"I am the one who remembers. I take no side in what follows. I only set it down, so that when the light is gone there is still a true account of how it went out."
A withdrawn goddess of truth and memory frames the whole saga: a dispassionate witness who cannot save the world and has chosen instead to keep its record. Her owls are her eyes. She is the reader's way in, and a mystery in her own right.
Fallen Wyrms is built from a single canonical World Bible, so every medium draws from one source of truth. The novels lead; the games and film follow, each a separately titled work under the same banner.
A deep, internally consistent world already exists on the page and on the canvas.
Cosmology, pantheon, peoples, magic, geography, and six orders, all internally consistent. Explore the Codex.
Six point-of-view characters and a signature frame-narrator, the Chronicler.
Gods, dragons, peoples, and places, generated and organized to one house style.
Named, secured, and ready to carry a franchise across every medium.
Fallen Wyrms is created by Thomas Tornatore, and lives within the Always Questioning family of projects: fiction, essays, and the discipline of staying in charge of the tools we build.