Since before the reckoning of human history, the Endless Isles were home to thousands of gods. Gods of war and wisdom, gods of the storms and the seas, guardian spirits of chains of islands that ran for hundreds of leagues or individual rivers and rocks. The most powerful of those gods founded the Pantheon, one part parliament, one part court, one part endless bacchanal. The Pantheon gathered on the great mountain of Olympia to bicker, strike deals, and indulge their deep appetites for wine and pleasure.
All of that changed when the god Weiss came to Olympia. With a single blow he smote the mountain and gods fell from the sky like summer rain. But Weiss’s magic did not simply drive the gods from their ancestral home; it severed their connection to the source of their power, reducing them to mere shades of their former selves. But even at a fraction of their former potency, these fallen gods still posed a formidable threat to the mortal world they had once ruled over.
Now the gods of the Pantheon roam the world, lost and wrathful. Some have simply faded, day by day, until they winked out of existence. Others took human hosts, and either lived in an uneasy state of truce with them or slowly corrupted and transformed them. A large number have used the last of their dwindling powers to take on powerful and terrible form, and these monsters wander the earth and the sea looking to take revenge on the humans which once served them. The Endless Isles were never a safe place, but the final throes of the fallen gods have made them more dangerous than ever.