Chronicles of the Cinderfall
The Ashlands were not always a graveyard. Before the Cinderfall this continent was ruled by the Sun Kings. They grew arrogant believing they could bind the primordial flame to power their cities indefinitely.
They were wrong. The flame did not bind it detonated. It incinerated the entire empire in a single night leaving nothing but glass craters and roaming husks.
Now the skies are perpetually choked with ash. The surviving lineages fight over scraps of old magic and ruined architecture. The beasts out in the wastes have mutated beyond recognition the dead refuse to stay in the ground and the remaining human factions are constantly at each others throats over dwindling resources.
You are not a hero meant to save this world. The world is already dead. You are just trying to survive the rot.