The world of Rhaewind was once a place of verdant fields, grand cities, and enlightened people living beneath the glow of three stars. They were at the height of their industrial revolution, able to construct steam engines, clockwork wonders, and even zeppelin airships. Their society had reached a point of peace, prosperity, and refined sensibilities, and the major nations of the planet were allied in the interest of mutual enlightenment and advancement. This era of light ended one horrible night when mysterious violet hued flames swept across the globe. It burned any non-organize material it touched, and manifested strange, mystical changes in living things.
In a single night the world went from a time of peace, to a time of chaos, ruined dreams, and wasted lands. It became a world of oil and grease, sand and blood, deceit and greed. It became a world of ruins and gun smoke.