In the Icy Wastes of the North plagued by meager harvests, long winters, and few bastions of civilizations to protect from the raids of Fair Folk and hungry ghosts alike. The Bull of the North hasn't recovered from the battle against the Realm 3 years ago, all of the north is in the time of...
In the South of creation, where the Pole of Fire blasts heatwaves over the whole deserts and spawns powerful storms, there are people living in these harsh lands and trading while dealing with various tyrants who have gathered all their wealth and power. You are one of the few called an Exalted...
Amongst the peoples who eke out a living in the depths of the burning sands, on the wind-scoured freezing wastes of the north, who cling to tiny islands amongst the great open stretches of ocean in the furthest west, there is a saying shared: 'Man plans, and the Gods laugh'. Amongst the small...