Mankind had abandoned Earth long before the refugees of the Mass Exodus had arrived. The refugees began to tell the stories of Dimensional Drifters. These drifters were beings that could open pathways to other realms and lands. The drifters banded together to save the last surviving husks and chunks of their dying world. While the drifters were considered deserters to their people, the people of Koreay were grateful to them, even after years of harboring such unrelenting disdain. The people saved were but a fraction of the massive population of Koreay. Billions were left behind, all doomed to witness the unraveling of thousands of years of progress. Doomed to watch their lives burn before them. The drifters witnessed much of this peril firsthand, and felt great guilt.The few that managed to be warped out of Koreay took shelter in the remnants of North America. The Kore called this land New Koreay.
Earth was soon colonized by the Elves, Dworves, Gnomes, Halflings, and Orcs of Koreay as soon as they could. They prospered on Earth, and soon made it theirs. As most of the refugees settled in on Earth, the citizens of the last floating city of Dore fortified their borders and watched from above. Dore hung there, like a looming sentinel in the clouds, a giant keeping a watchful eye on the coast below. However, the city was not without corruption. The Council that swore to protect the city years ago had become consumed by their own desires. Their focus never left their wallets, and the refugees from the Mass Exodus that decided to stay within Dore’s walls had begun to suffer. Disease and poverty ravaged the poorer parts of the city, and Dore’s Council, trying to preserve their pride and culture, refused to accept help from those that had colonized the World Below. They locked their borders, allowing people to leave, but never return.
Their pride proved to be their hubris, and Dore began to crumble from within. In the New Year of 125, a group of rebels launched a coordinated attack on the Council. They were backed by the citizens of Dore that no longer wished to feel the pain caused by their rulers, and what would come to be known in Dore as the Lockout. The rebels and their downtrodden militia had crushed their oppressors, and in 126, a new Code of Law came into effect. Trade was open to the World Below, and the Great Expansion began. This grueling and arduous task saved the city now known as New Dore from falling. Although some may say that the city floats on the lost souls of those that died building it.
The city continued to expand, and by the year 230, the city had grown to be a country. The world below grew just as fast. Cities with walls higher than New Dore’s were erected, but none could match the unparalleled awe that it struck in any and all of the beings below. The city had become more than just that; it had become a symbol. It was a symbol of the Kore that stood taller than any statue or monument. New Dore was the pride of this world, unmatched and unbreakable. As it soared along the coasts, the people below would look up in disbelief at their crowning achievement. Floating cities existed on Earth, but none as great as New Dore.
The Kore had been slowly and steadily expanding their reach across the world. The continent once known as North America became a wild frontier, an eclectic landscape dotted with small towns and villages. Lands were highly sought after, as they held untold bounties. The humans left behind wonders and technology the likes of which have perplexed Kore scholars. Most of these artifacts are still functioning and operable, however many of the Kore believe it to be dangerous, and choose to avoid it altogether. The majority of New Dore abhors human culture, and eventually banned it within their walls.
Those that live in the World Below need every advantage they can get over the dangers and perils that await them. The World Below’s untamed lands claim many a life, and the Kore’s love for adventure doesn't help. While the Kore have incredibly long life spans, not many live to grow old. Death stalks and lurks everywhere, a panther in the dark ruins of the Old World. The creatures and beasts of the Earth are as dangerous as the ones brought back from Koreay.
The Kore feel the fear of death, but it does not deter them. Mystery permeates the landscape, bringing intrigue and wonder, along with risk and peril. Behind the curtain of this perilous stage lie stories of adventure, loss, and reward.
This is New Koreay; the Earth untouched by Man.
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