The Moon, or Ebelion as it is called by the lunarians, is a desolate, eerie world of dead and colorless deserts. The landscape varies in shades of grey, white, and black. Mysterious phenomena, ancient phantoms, and lonely remnants of burnt-out worlds haunt its cratered climes, and strange winds moan and whisper forbidden secrets from abysses beyond the stars.
This is an old and dying world. Its surface consists of grey plains and deserts, which during this late era are almost entirely dead. Most of what little life remains huddles in and around some major lakes and shrunken seas filled with pitch-black waters. By their shores grow forests of pale vegetation and plains of white grass where golden-skinned gazelopes graze.
An invisible and immaterial aether makes up the atmosphere. Therefore, there is no air to obstruct visibility, and stars twinkle clear and bright on the black firmament even by day. The seasons of the Moon are reckoned by the rising and setting of the sun. The days, each lasting a fortnight, are warm, with intensely radiant sunlight. The nights, on the other hand, are frigid and last for the same duration.
The population of the Moon comprises three peoples, the humanoid Lunarians, the insectoid Selenites, and the winged Batkin, all of them mere shadows of the greatness that was their ancestors. The selenites live in caverns beneath the lunar surface where the Grand Lunar rules their ever-shrinking hosts. The batkin are divided into a multitude of tribes and have fallen to barbarism. The lunarians live in five city-states: Issum, Zarthoris Plenia, Irdonozur, Orob, and Dervat, but also in smaller settlements and nomadic tribes in the wastes.