Millennia ago, the world was rocked by a cataclysmic surge of magic that killed millions, leaving it a shadow of its former self. How this came to be is a mystery, as even those few who witnessed the event do not remember it. Now, most of the world exists as a mass of floating islands, held aloft by ancient and forgotten magic. Many islands are unique in their own ways, with climates that vary based on altitude rather than latitude. Icy, snow-capped mountain islands can be found just a few days' travel from others covered in dense, lush jungles. Down below, the surface is an alien and primal place, just as changed as the islands that float in the sky. Bioluminescent flora and giant, deadly fauna live side-by-side with savage tribes of humanoids, ignorant of those who live high above them. (This is just going to be a series of short stories set in a slightly altered version of the original Dragon's Maw lore. Mostly just my idle writing whenever inspiration hits me. Enjoy, I guess :D)

Alan'thor. A broken world of floating islands held together and kept apart by magical forces unknown. Within this world of guilds, airships, and wonders aplenty, stands the Dragon's Maw: one of the most powerful and prestigious adventuring guilds around. Here, a plethora of skilled and powerful warriors congregate to train together, fight side-by-side and forge bonds that last a lifetime.