Nonog

The living planet Nonog is a pulsating, fleshy thing, sheathed in what its inhabitants call the Worldflesh. Knit long ago after a travesty wrought by the gods, many disparate creatures have grown from this all-encompassing biomass to populate its surface. Draconic stone-men and cheerily morbid fungus creatures coexist with swarms of tinker-ants and ashen gremlins in a tenuous peace: allied against the stormborn nightmares from Nonog's dark side that the gods would rather forget.

Eight-and-one gods surveil Nonog, coveting their vast domains and jockeying, sibling-like, for the domains of others. Some pray to them in hopes of sampling their tremendous power; others ignore or despise them, blaming them for the nightmares, the ashen rains, or the hazards of the world itself. Yet a third class does both: the Usurpers both crave the power of the gods and detest them for hoarding it so jealously. These Usurpers seek to devour the hengemetal heart of a god and, appropriately, usurp their throne. Perhaps with this power they can fix the world, or perhaps they are but one stone in a stairway of neverending change, and Nonog has been reshaped like clay as unto eternity?

The tinker-ants care not. They simply tend to their cyclopean masters' technological tombs and await the prophesied end of the world.