''Back in the distant past, Amber Reach was one of the world's greatest and most developed city-states. It was a home to many of the region's best traders, it's harbors were larger than any existing today, and it's mellow fields provided enough food for everyone. While there were occasional disturbances, one could almost say that, for the most time, Amber Reach was truly a utopia.
When the city was at the peak of it's prosperity, however, things started to change. At first, there was a minor drop in temperature - save for some always-worried men of science, nobody even seemed to notice; until the fruits started turning up blackened from the frostbites. Soon after, daylight dimmed, stars seemed to vanish from the sky and the cold started spreading over the entire region, until the ground was covered with a thick layer of ice. More than half of the population left for warmer lands, and those that stayed started living in underground shelters. For over thirty years wisemen from all over the world tried to find and fix the cause of this unnatural winter, but to no avail. That is, until a group of scientists and mystics managed to convince the ruler to fund a project they kept in secret - Gearsun, a marvel of technology and magic combined that was to provide light and warmth to the entire region. The construction of the artificial sun took almost ten years, and when it was finished, it seemed to be a success. In the next five years, welfare returned to Amber Reach, and the city grew more powerful than ever.
One day, however, without any warning, the gearsun flickered, went dark and crashed. The blast obliterated the entire city and the wild energies released upon the impact scorched most of the country. That place is now known as the Shattered Wastes. Since the crash, nothing has grown there but lichen, and the massive amounts of concentrated magic either killed or mutated all wildlife. Many expeditions were sent to investigate the cause of the crash, but none managed to reach the site. In it's vicinity a faint droning can be heard, almost felt - the machines in it's core are still working.
The winter started spreading since then, and other gearsuns were made - and they are still working up to date. The first one, however, just sits there and rots - like a harbinger of things to come.''


Ok, I haven't really put much effort in this description, so just think of it as a page from a bad history handbook... or something.

Haven't drawn landscapes for a loooong time. This kinda looked like a neat idea in my head, but I'm not really happy with it. Maybe I'll remake it after practicing some more.