The World of Greyhawk The World of Greyhawk & The World of Greyhawk Wiki The current year for our World of Greyhawk campaign is set during 579CY. Inspired By Gary Gygax

The year is 579 CY, and a cold wind howls across the Flanaess, carrying the scent of iron and ancient dust. From the jagged peaks of the Griff Mountains to the sun-drenched shores of the Azure Sea, a palpable tension grips the continent.

The Great Kingdom of Aerdy, once a beacon of imperial might, now rots from within under the erratic rule of Overking Ivid V, whose madness and dark pacts at the Fiend-Seeing Throne signal an end to the long peace of the East.

To the north, the demigod Iuz the Old has returned to his unholy capital of Dorakaa, his laughter echoing through lands he seeks to reclaim. The deceptive quiet of his imprisonment has shattered; his orcish hosts and demonic sycophants now mass at the borders of Furyondy and Veluna. In these frontier marches, knights sharpen their blades by flickering hearths, knowing the Old One’s eye is fixed firmly upon the fertile heartlands of the west.

In the Free City of Greyhawk, the "Gem of the Flanaess", the streets are a labyrinth of secrets where fortune and fatality walk hand-in-hand. Beneath the grand spires of the University of Magical Arts, ancient conduits of power hum with renewed vigor as the city reforms its very coinage. Directing destiny from the shadows, the Circle of Eight watches the shifting political tides with clinical detachment, maintaining a Balance that demands as much darkness as it does light.

Across the Baklunish west, dervishes gallop through the shifting sands of the Sea of Dust, guarding ruins that predate the Great Migrations. They speak in hushed tones of the Rain of Colorless Fire—the ancient cataclysm that erased empires and left behind a haunted wasteland.

Even now, explorers and tomb-robbers vanish into those white silences, lured by the promise of artifacts that pulse with the dying breaths of a forgotten, magical age. Deep within the Hellfurnaces and the Crystalmists, the earth groans under the weight of subterranean machinations.

While the drow weave webs of treachery that reach into the surface world, the giants of the north prepare for a mobilization that threatens to crush the marches of Geoff and Sterich. There is a sense that the very foundations of the world are shifting, as if the Great Gods themselves are leaning in to witness a climax centuries in the making.

As the sun sets on 579 CY, the Flanaess stands upon a knife’s edge, with the Horned Society and Bandit Kingdoms already swarming the Shield Lands. Magic feels heavy and volatile, while the disappearance of the archmage Bucknard leaves the Circle of Eight fractured and the future obscured by a thickening fog.

It is an age of high adventure and profound peril, where the drums of war beat a steady, ominous rhythm, promising a future of fire and steel.