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"We have forgotten the gods."
"Their temples scatter the land, ancient obelisks to a forgotten time."
"But the gods had not forgotten us."
"They watched us from on high, and were, for a time, content to be forgotten."
"Such was not destined to last."
"The Raven, The Night, The Bringer of Death, The Changing One, was not content with being forgotten. It wanted to assert its power over the world once more. But it was opposed by the power of its brother."
"The Hawk, The Day, The Bringer of Life, The Enduring One, would now allow its brother to destroy wanton the life they had guarded for so long. Using its power, it trapped itself and its brother, and ensured that neither of them would be able to touch the world again."
"But The Raven was not known as The Changing One for nothing, and no bond could hold it eternally. The Raven cast its feathers down to the world, determined to remind the life it had once helped to create that they all belonged to it."
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A sweeping, hilled plains that covers much of the norther part of Amavia, the Northern Badlands are home to the Barbaric tribes, loose gatherings of people who survive day to day off the land around them. Several streams are fed by the northern reaches of the mountains, but only a few feet away the soil turns thin and rocky, suitable only for the growth of the native grasses. Those who are not accepted in the Nations of Amavia will be able to survive in the Badlands, but, beware, the roving tribes of Barbarians are always looking for more slaves, and those who cannot prove their own strength will quickly find themselves bound to a new master.
The capital of Iron Rock, Silver Falls rests in the ravine between the two peaks of the tallest mountain in the world. This mighty fortress is the seat of the Council, and was carved from the very mountain itself. Those who live in the high reaches of Silver Falls, where the world falls away below them, are the Lords of their kind, masters in whatever craft they have chosen to pursue. Those who live below complete the city, working on those tasks which the other dwarves do not deign to touch. The path up to Silver Falls, if traversed by foot, is deadly, but a giant gondola transports people and supplies up to the city in safety. But should an antagonistic force somehow work its way up the path without the aid of the gondola, they would find the city surrounded by massive walls, impervious to any attack by man, while the people inside wait for the cold wind to wipe away the force that stands against them.
Once known as Snow Fort, this once-grand city overlooked the forests of Elinshire and protected the Midwestern border of Iron Rock. However, long ago, the city fell when a foolish general decided to use it as the front for an attack against the Elvish nation.
The largest mining town in the world, Wolf Cavern spreads miles underground, and the entire city is buried within the mountains itself. Rick with veins of every metal in the world, the miners of Wolf Cavern are constantly digging deeper and further to uncover more of the untold riches waiting within. The city is tight and dark, with so many winding passageways and tunnels that anyone who is not intimately familiar with the place will certainly become lost in its seemingly neverending passageways. There is a close camaraderie among all of the miners of Wolf Cavern, for the work they do is neither easy nor safe, and sometimes a friendly hand is all that will save an incautious Dwarfl from death. Because of that, outsiders are mostly ignored; accepted as a necessary part of the trade that keeps the city alive, but shunned because they cannot understand life within the Caverns.
The guardian city of the two massive rivers that flow out of Iron Rock, Storm Port is a harbor town, that spreads up the two rivers and out into the Eastern Bay itself. Due to the difficult nature of travel through the mountain itself, all trade in Iron Rock, either incoming or outgoing, must be shipped along the rivers, either to or from one of the many passes that lead to its hidden cities. Storm Port has become one of the wealthiest cities in the world, and merchants from every country flock to make sure the have a place within it.
Guarding one of the only easy passes to cross from Sarok to the Eastern Bay, almost all trade that comes into Iron Rock from the south passes through its gates. The city spreads all the way up over the pass and down onto the other side, where it boasts the second largest port in the world. The goods that were received from Sarok or Elinshire are then placed onto boats, which travel up through the bay to Storm Port. One of the most inter-racial towns in all of Iron Rock, any person who arrives at the city's walls is free to enter from dawn until dusk, and, for a small fee, any merchant can set up a table from which to sell his wares. Due to this almost complete nutrality, Marble Cliff is a city that is often used as the seat of negotiations between the different countries. However, should the cit ever find itself under attack, do not believe it is without defenses, for the city has its own secret weaponry, as well as a merchant army standing by to defend it.
Surrounding one tall mountain, the forests of elinshire spread over much of the middle section of Amamvia. Elinshire is the home of the elves, a nation built within the forest and as a part of the forest itself. Isolated and aloof from its neighbors, Elinshire survives from the bounty of the forest. Even though Elinshire does not possess a large standing army, the other nations are wary of ever offending the elves. Not only would the green mages turn the very forest itself against any invaders, Elinshire is known to possess some of the most skilled assassins in the world, trained in secret over the early years of an elf's exceptionally long life. In many ways, the assassins of Elinshire have been promoted to more of a legend than a true fighting force, and the fear of them is often more than enough to cow a potential opponent.
The capital city of Elinshire, named after the forest itself, Elinshire is the hub of all activity in the forest. Soaring up the side of the mountain, clinging to the cliffs like a plant itself, the city of Elinshire is dusted by the mist of the many waterfalls that surround it. At the top of the city rests the home of the Council of the Wise, protected from weather and invasion alike. Just below it the beautiful houses of the city nobels rest in among the trees.
The Northern Temple, Simlirr is the final place of refuge for any traveler before crossing over into the Northern Badlands. Although many do not wish to use that particular service, Simlirr is still visited by many travelers, for it protects one of the last shrines of the Hawk left in the world. Guarded day and night by a retinue of priests trained in both combat and worship, Simlirr has managed to stay strong against barbarian invasions from the north.
The Port City of Elinshire, Arnefel sits on the banks of the Southern Lake. Much like Storm Port, Arnefel is the major trade city of Elinshire. However, the forest nation is much more secluded from Sarok and Iron Rock than Iron Rock is from Sarok, due to the fact that almost everything the nation needs to flourish can be found within its own borders. However, some trade still occurs between the nations, and this trade, almost exclusively, passes through Arnefel.
The capital city of Sarok, Dragon's Gate is a city that towers above the plains that surround it. Resting in the junction of the two mighty rivers that flow through the Sarok plains, one coming from the Southern Lake in Elinshire, the other from the mountains of Iron Rock, Dragon's Gate truly is the heart of the plains nation.
A relatively small village compared to the massive homes of humanity that can be found on the plains of Sarok, Oak Village survives off of the lumber that surrounds it, and the patronage of the people who pass through its city. Here it is impossible to travel ten feet without encountering a merchant, either set up in an established shop, or briefly residing in one of the street vendor's stalls, and many taverns gleam invitingly from street corners, inviting the weary traveler to rest his head and partake in some of the fine, or not so fine, ale and wine that can, for the right price, be purchased.
A magnificent port city, West Bay, as its name would imply, rests on the western coast of Sarok, overlooking one of the great bays. Here the fleets of Sarok wait in silence for when they will be called upon, and countless fishing vessels head far out into the sea, bringing back massive catches of some of the seafood considered the greatest delicacies in the world. Occasionally, a venturer, determined he will be the first to find success, will embark out into the empty ocean, destined to return empty hearted and broke, or to be crushed by the sea waves and to never return at all.
Once upon a time, the village of Rosewall was a grand Elvish town, Claitas. However, as the forest slowly retreated from the plains, the city was left exposed at the edge of the forest. Even as the forest retreated the elves who inhabited the city fled, leaving it abandoned. The citizens of Sarok, always eager to find a new start, and create for themselves a better life, swarmed to the city, taking over the old buildings, and rebuilding them in a fashion traditional to the slums of Sarok. Anything that could be found that was of use was put to use. The grand trees that still stood around the village were put to the axe, and soon the city sat in a clearing among the trees.
One of the largest military establishments in Sarok except for Dragon's Gate itself, White Valley Fort is a military city, a place where soldiers who are not needed on the field come for basic training, and the middle ranking generals, not influential enough to make a home in Dragon's Gate, plan their strategies.
One of the stranger cities within the kingdom of Sarok, the city of Highdale Bridge was originally exactly what its name implies; a bridge. However, as more and more people found it necessary to cross the river with massive caravans, taking supplies to be traded in the city of Marble Cliff, the bridge became more and more commonly used.
The mighty southern jungle bursts suddenly from the plains of Sarok, and spreads as an untamable force over the entirely of the southern peninsula of Amavia. Even the ever-growing nature of Sarok cannot plumb its depths. The Southern Jungles is the home of the orcs, who live in many tribes joined together under their current High Chief, Iron Tusk.
The temple of the Raven Worshippers, and the last true stronghold of their religion, the buildings of the Fang Root Cave soar high above the forest floor in jagged steps. But the true marvel of this ancient city lies not above the ground but below it, in the massive, naturally formed caverns, eroded by millennia into caverns that even the dwarves would not dare touch, for fear of destroying its perfect beauty.
An ancient fortress, created by an unknown people, Iron Tusk Fortress was settled by High Chief Iron Tusk, and named in his honor.
One of the most varied races present in Amavia, humans are also one of the most versatile and adaptable of the races. Humans can have almost any skin, hair, and eye color, as well as being a wide range of heights. This versatility has allowed humanity to establish itself in every corner of the continent, and become one of the most heavily represented races. The characteristic human versatility also allows them to interbreed with almost every other race. With the right training, humans can become almost any type of fighter, adventurer, or worker. Humans live, on average, 100 years. [/fieldbox]
The elusive race of forest people; the natural longevity of their race meant that change came slowly, and it took many centuries for the elves to step out of their forest home and start connecting with the outside world. Elves are a taller and lighter-built people, naturally capable of greater stealth and fluidity of movement than the more heavily-built races, and keen eyesight and hearing make them talented archers. However, this same build also makes it much harder for an elf to learn disciplines that rely on strength. All elves are characterized by their long, slender, pointed ears. Having lived most of their lives under the forest leaves, elves do not have the range of tones that a human has, and are generally limited to paler skin and hair colors, with their eyes mirroring the natural colors of the earth. For their first fifteen years of life, elves age at a 2:1 rate to humans. After their fifteenth year, they age at approximately 20:1. [/fieldbox]
A hardy race originating from the mountains, dwarves are a solid, unchanging race. Familiar with the deep caves of the mountains, dwarves are a short, stocky race, capable of enduring great hardship. All dwarves are capable of growing massive quantities of hair, with many male dwarves measuring their masculine prowess by the size and length of their beard. The natural great strength of the dwarves lends the race naturally to tasks involving strength, and their heritage with mining means that the best smiths of the world are dwarven. While most dwarves have paler skin and eyes, they are known for wild and bright colors of hair. Dwarves live, on average, about fifty years longer than a human. [/fieldbox]
The giant race of the rainforest, orcs are a ferocious people, prided for their strength, bravery, and determination in combat. Orcs are a giant race compared to the others that populate Amavia, often standing seven feet tall. Their skin ranges through shades of brown and green, while their eyes and hair are almost always dark. All orcs have fangs, but only on some orcs do they protrude out of the mouth. Because of their natural strength and size, orcs often rely upon the strength of their own hands, or weapons fitting for their own size. Despite their large size and often ferocious attitudes, orcs are not any less intelligent than any of the other races, even if they are willing to take advantage of the natural assumptions about their species. While most orcs are warriors, mages and shamans are often honored in their tribe for the unique skillset they bring. Orcs live an equivalent number of years as humans, but many orcs die younger in battle, as that is a more honorable way to pass from this world. [/fieldbox]
A race long thought lost to the continent of Amavia, the fey fled to the wild places of the continent as the other races continued to expand, before finding a way to leave the continent altogether. However, some fey remained in their ancestral homeland, and they have been working to establish their own place in the world. Receptive to both nature and magic, fey are gifted wizards and mages, but their light form often makes them more vulnerable to hand-to-hand combat. Most fey are smaller than a human, but are comparable in height or slightly taller than a dwarf. In their natural forms, fey have limited to no resemblance to humans, however they are very capable of concealing themselves through illusion magic to look like a human, or other races that have a comparable height. Once a fey reaches a mature age of 40 years they cease to age, and will live on unaffected by old age. [/fieldbox]
An uncertain race born long ago from tamperings with magic, changelings are a race that has mostly been forgotten. Changelings are uniquely able to shift their body at will using their own physical ability, rather than magic. Thus, changelings can adapt to any situation, and thrive there as a local. So long as a changeling has the required energy reserves, they are capable of shifting from any humanoid appearance to another. However, their same adaptability means that it is rare for a changeling to ever find a place or group to call home, because they themselves truly belong nowhere. Changelings are able to shift at any time, but shifting without enough resources puts them in great danger and can quickly lead to death. While changelings may adopt an appearance younger than their years, their bodies do continue to age, and will eventually die of natural causes. [/fieldbox]
Drow tend to live underground, within mountain caverns, like the Dwarves. It is believed that Drow came from Elves that moved underground long ago, and over time their skin turned dark, their hair white from what little sun they got, if any. They have the ability to see in infrared, and it automatically activates whenever they are in dark areas. However, they can only see in infrared when there is little to no other source of light. When they are in sunlight or have a lantern their eyes adjust for colors instead. Although many Drow who have lived underground for a long period of time are sensitive to light they can adjust to the brightness of surface life. Drow age the same as Elves and their eyes are almost always a bright red or blue. Drow are nimble, athletic, stealthy, and naturally strong in Magic, like their Elven counterparts. However, like the elves, it is impossible for a Drow to become as physically bulky as a human, dwarf, or orc.
A long time ago, the Avians were believed to be the direct descendants of the Hawk, and were held in great regard. Quickly becoming proud and vain creatures, they retreated high in their mountain abodes where the wingless could not reach and built grand temples to their own honor. But as time passed people forgot about the gods, and they forgot about the status of the Avians. The Avians too forgot why they considered themselves so great, and while the egoistic attitude never changed, they believed themselves superior over the wingless for just that reason, no other mortal species could fly.
