Vigil

Long histories have come and gone, swirling in the pool of infinity. None of that mattered until The Mists. Veilweaver in her wisdom ensconced Vigil in the embrace of her Mists. For The Veil, the barrier that kept the Other Realms from seeping in, was growing thin. In the warmth of the cold mists, the lands of Vigil flourished with Mistpunk technologies being developed to work with the land and use the renewing Mists as energy and power.
The omnipresent shroud that envelops the land borders on the edge of reality and something unsettling and protective. The denizens of Vigil long regard the Mists with a mixture of reverence and thrill, knowing them to harbor strange worlds. The Veil does breach occasionally after all. As The Realm of Material begins to shatter, it will test the resolve, courage, and unity of a once peaceful world. What will the people do as they come face to face with horrifying madness.