The Word Was the City, and the City Was God
The True City scrambles to reclaim itself; it grows wildly in a cancerous convalescence.
Elves succumb more fantastically to their own unique madness, in manors built of bleached bone.
A butcher peddles the meat but pockets the gold fillings.
A tavern well echoes, music without rhythm ; the drunk and mad are compelled to dance.
The Unbound Sea is the stage of a vast conflict between a rogue army of angels and the insatiable divine forces they were meant to serve. These Walking Gods wage civil war while holding the Vaulted at bay; the rest is up to us.