Klorr

Klorr is a domain forever poised on the edge of apocalypse. Its skies burn in hues of violet and orange, its landmasses fracture and fall into the void, and its people live each hour with the certainty that the end is coming—and cannot be stopped. This Domain of Dread embodies the terror of finality: the dread of obliteration, the futility of resistance, and the obsessive desire to find meaning before the final moment strikes.

Those who dwell in Klorr are survivors of countless dooms. The Mists bring in fragments of destroyed civilizations, remnants of cities, and people who fled cataclysms—only to find themselves in a world where doom is the natural state.

• Timekeepers, obsessive prophets and scholars, seek to chart the moment the world will end, measuring the angle of falling ruins or interpreting visions from shattered mirrors.
• Doomsday Cults flourish, each preaching a different inevitable fate—firestorms, divine judgment, entropy, silence.
• Some people deny the collapse, acting as if life is normal even as their towns slide into the void, clinging to mundane routines like rituals that might stave off the end.

Klorr’s Darklord is the Watcher at the End, a figure never fully seen—only glimpsed in reflections or as a silhouette against the hourglass moon.

• The Watcher is not death, but the observer of death: an entity consumed by the need to witness and chronicle the final moments of everything.
• Once a scholar who traveled across realities to record the ends of worlds, the Watcher refused to save any of them, believing intervention would corrupt his observations. His indifference became cruelty. His desire to understand doom became obsession.
• Now he rules Klorr from the Echoing Archive, a vast library built into a crumbling monolith that records the deaths of stars, cities, and souls.
• The Watcher rarely acts, but when he does, it is to ensure that destruction proceeds "as it should." He may punish those who delay the inevitable—or assist those whose doom is assured.

Klorr is caught in a perpetual unraveling:

• Nothing is permanent. Buildings collapse, memories fade, even names erode with time.
• Hope is brittle. Great works are always on the verge of completion, only to be undone by disaster.
• Time is twisted. Some areas move faster than others. One village may fall to ruin overnight; another persists untouched for decades.
• Clocks and timepieces are sacred, but their movements are erratic. Time is a force that breaks as much as it measures

Klorr is a domain of cosmic horror, existential dread, and apocalyptic melancholy.

• Inevitability: Everything ends. Can meaning be found even in futility?
• Survivor’s Guilt: Many inhabitants escaped other doomed lands. Some remember what they lost. Others are desperate to forget.
• Chronophobia: Time itself is the monster here. The sound of ticking, the movement of gears, the fall of sand—each becomes a source of dread.
• Fragmented Reality: The landscape’s constant shifting offers strange ruins, lost knowledge, and dreamlike decay.

Notable Locations

• The Echoing Archive: The Watcher’s infinite, crumbling library. It houses books that write themselves as things die, and corridors that vanish mid-step.
• The Meridian Rift: A scar of light in the void said to be where Klorr will finally be unmade.
• The Ashes of Ulon: A city destroyed by fire again and again, its residents cursed to rebuild it nightly in their dreams.
• The Temple of the Final Moment: Home to a cult that seeks to bring the end faster, believing true peace lies beyond destruction.