[EVERYTHING IS WIP - This is just a mock-up]

Before anypony knew what had happened, the world was gone, swallowed whole by a wave of crashing water. Almost nothing made it out alive - those that did had their former lives ripped from them, and were thrust out unto the endless sea.

Ponykind may have died that day, but its remnants live on, building oceanic outposts in the aquatic wasteland, and sailing around the dark globe in pieced-together ships and boats. Eventually, they began to form bands - factions that fought over the Outposts, desperate to claim land, and in turn a sliver of what once was.

Someday we hope that the seas will drain dry, and the land our ancestors lived on can finally be tread on once again. But until then, we are nothing. We are Forsaken.

Cover Art by Zubrius