City of the Dying Gods
It is called the City of Glory, but there is another name: the City of the Dying Gods. Once it was bright and shining, home to hundreds of gods and godlings who lived in something like harmony, or at least disguised their infighting behind generousity and bounty. Now, with the Well of Glory at the middle of the city drying up, they struggle. Where once hundreds of powerful gods lived in the near vicinity, now there are perhaps two score gods who can claim anything like power, and most are the craven, submissive followers of the eight strongest gods. The rest of the powerful gods, all those hundreds who once bathed in the fall of mana from the skies, now linger around the edges of the city, with perhaps a handful of loyal worshippers and perhaps none at all, desperately trying to survive. Some few will plot to gain strength, to try to make a move into the city itself, closer to the well, closer to the lifegiving manafalls. Agents and operatives of the great gods move everywhere, though, or so it is said, and certainly most challenger gods make no progress before they are swatted down, or worse, subsumed into one of the great gods. But in the last days of glory, who can resist a chance for greatness?