A world once trapped in feudal conflict. The one least affected by the Death. The Mother's favored place. Where she rested when she slept, what she protected when she realized her end was close and betrayal had befallen her. Now a world fueled by magic and thriving with peace. Home to all and many different races. Hosts prevalent swamp and desert biomes, with smaller but deep forests. Has rudimentary machinery fueled by magic. Large oceans, abundant sea life. A planet of healing and wonder, with trees and pillars of stone that disappear into the sky, and ancient dwellings built into them, though no one can remember who lived there before. Deep valleys that crack into the planet's hard armor and filled with underbelly cities that are cast in everlasting night.
The second world She created, once housed her pantheon of children-gods before they diverged and claimed worlds of their own, most of which were lost to her death and separation of her soul. Deep, powerful magic is everywhere here. Elementals run rampant in uninhabitable places, and a vengeful, angry godling lays dormant at its center, asleep until the Fire awakens him once more to hunt his Mother in his mindless pursuit of her power and destruction.
Forever stuck in an industrious, semi-primitive, magic filled time-space. A world of adventurers, travelers, monarchies and knighthoods.