So, the year, right?
The GRAVEN MOON calendar's based on ease of math. The year the gods died is year zero (0 AR)-- with about 4000 years of recorded history preceeding it.
It's the year 47 AR now, meaning the death of the Demurges (formally, Demiorgos) is about as recent to people on Dis as D&D1e and Zeppelin are to you.
Also means there's at least two living Godkillers, and the title and lineage hold much clout indeed. It also means there's no shortage of honest answers about how life was back before the planet broke.
The holdout Ex-priesthood has run pretty far to the hills by now, and are still praying (emptily) that there will be some reward waiting for them when this is all over. They might just live to see the world end entirely: the dead gods' great artifices rust and stall. Total collapse has already begun in the most "modified" regions.
No magic sword or prophecy will save us from that. But still, we look to the ever-weeping moon and the light of the stars for sureity and condolence. Their paths are true, even when ours grow narrower and craggier every winter.
This is a story about death, freedom, and how to make clowns of them both. It involves a sword.
