The End of the World

Farpoint was not always a wasteland. Once it was fertile and life flourished in its verdant forests, blue seas and picturesque landscape. Sadly mankind brought destruction to this eden. 

Countless years of genetic manipulation by the rulers of the world developed new races and strains of humanity, each suited to a different task. Even the ruling caste were not immune to the temptation of alteration. Soon their lifespan could be measured into centuries and eventually they became all but immortal, blessed with a timeless beauty and towering intellect they renamed themselves the Elves.

Sadly all the tinkering with their genes bore unforeseen side effects and many descended into a kind of cruel insanity, where they were once gracious and fair, they became cruel and sadistic, glorying in causing exquisite tortues and degradations to the other races and turning from just and kind rulers to mad despots.

Not surprisingly the lesser races turned against their masters in a war that swept the planet. Terrible weapons were used by both sides but no matter what the Elves did, they found themselves driven back until they held only the capitol city, a great black monolith that had withstood the worst the rebels could throw at it. 

Raging at their impotence, the Elves unleashed a doomsday device that would wipe out all life on the planet while they retreated to the safety of stasis. Sadly the device worked too well and in a single night the planet burned. 

The very earth split and untold millions died in the terrible radioactive cataclysm that incinerated the great cities.  The oceans boiled and scalding steam coupled with toxic ash darkened the sun and the world died.

Almost, but not quite, as some of the rebellious peoples, known as the Dwarves who had been bred to work the mines which dug deep into the mountains had foreseen the coming cataclysm and had prepared deep bunkers far down in the bowels of the earth and even as the Elves set their diabolic plan into action, the Dwarves sealed themselves away in their subterranean caverns and awaited the end. 

Three Centuries have passed and during that time the Dwarves have expanded their settlements deep into the very core of the earth but now supplies have dwindled and the very machines the Dwarves use to supply them with power has begun to run down and have in turn polluted their food stocks. The great gates of Kareth Dul have been opened and the Dwarves have set out to explore a world very different from their ancestors, the world of Farpoint.

Well thats a bit of a quick background to the setting, essentially a bunch of psychotic Elves all but blew up the planet. Theres going to be a bit of a combination of science fiction and fantasy but more on that later when the different races get some coverage!

I am taking the opportunity to create a setting that will allow me to really have fun with sculpting and building both the models and scenery as well as putting a bit of a different spin on the typical fantasy races too!

All the best!