The world is ancient. That much is known. However, not more than a handful of years ago, everything was thrown into turmoil. Earthquakes, tsunami's, storms of magnitudes that cannot be fathomed; meteors falling out of the sky - decimating the land around them.
There were rifts in the very fabric of the world. Monsters crawled out of the dark chasms of the earth. They preyed on the populace, declaring war on the inhabitants of this plane. Many fought. Many fled. Nearly every place was dangerous. Many died. Nowhere was safe - nowhere except one city - a city as ancient as time itself. Magic protected it and its inhabitants. As the world fell apart, reshaped around them, those that fled to the city were protected.
Eventually, after what seemed like forever, the chaos died down. The world, however, was fully changed. Those that refused to move to the city, likely dead. The land was unrecognizable. Everything was new, different. Stories of the truth were many: Some blamed the gods. Others blamed magic. Still others thought it was the natural order of things. It was a wholly new world. Nothing remained unchanged except what could be found in that one city, Amarna. Now that things have quieted, though natural disasters and monsters can still be found, it is time to rebuild the world, and perhaps... just maybe.... replace what was lost.