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So I figured I'd start the queue off with some basic dnd lore and geography from my universe.

Today we learn about the orc homeland, Krosh. Krosh was originally going to be a province of Kaelam but I have decided to make it its own continent, while still keeping the province on Kaelam and renaming it Ka'krosh, meaning 'little home'

Krosh: a harsh hot climate dominates most of this continent, ranging from vast badlands and dry deserts to humid tropics. It's established provinces at present all answer to the one warchief, a position held by Ghul'Zod in the late age. The provinces still standing in the late age are as follows:

Ul'Krosh: the original homeland of the orcs, its name translates to 'first home' or 'big home' depending on context. Ul'Krosh was established well before the early age and has been standing unchanged since its dawn. It holds tradition and honour above all else.

Driss'd: the mix of swamp and badlands makes this province hostile to most races barring the founders, hobgoblins. Driss'd has only been a recognised province and a priority on the orcs watch list since the start of the late age. Driss'd gets its name from the hobgoblin sub dialect of orcish, meaning 'dead lands'

Angol'grath: this plateaued grassland is the only portion of Krosh that seems remotely hospitable. It is dominated by minotaurs and centaurs. It is ruled by Angrath the minotaur king. It is one of the few parts of Krosh to receive established wet seasons. Angol'grath gets its name from its venerable leader, literally translating to 'Land Of Angrath' or 'Angrath's land'. Angrath has ruled since the middle age, making him one of the oldest living creatures in all of the world.

Maldreg: the jungle homeland of goblins, it is ruled in the late age by orcs, who provide stability to the chaotic government that is goblin. Its two main rulers are ratigur the goblin lord who acts as a figurehead, and kag'ard the orc regent. Maldreg gets its name from its first leader, Maldreg Ratface.

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Something I’ve been working on for a while.

so this is a shitty attempt at something similar to the sermons of vivec…not really…enjoy? work in progress All worlds are intertwining roads that cross each other. Each collection of stars and planets are all connected within each other. Roads connecting each planet. Ever shifting roads. Highways between each cluster. That which is between each cluster and beyond the bounds of the road is void, untouchable by man or beast. This is law. To defy this is forbidden. To step between the cracks in the pavement is to defy law and disregard the forbidden. To recognize what has been achieved is to see into divinity. To enter into divinity is an impossibility. Except for when it is not. Remember the dual being, Terra and Asur, either end of existence but also the center point. Separate yet one. Two sides of the one coin. Left and Right Lobe of one brain. Without one, the mind destabilizes and tears itself asunder. The mind breaks and reconstructs. This has already been proven. Men call it the birth of the galaxy. Explosion of creation. They know not of what was before. Only of what is. Demon and Elf have only remnants of the shattered past, studying these fragments of a past unwritten. Trying to unravel the mysteries of that which was broken, but the fragments fade from sight with time. To understand these mysteries is to understand that the self, the dual beings and all else are one and the same. To understand divine is to separate the self without severing all else. Individual, yet joined. All is one. One is self. Self is all. Self is joint separation. Self is Terra. Self is Asur. Terra is Asur. The twin worlds. The dual being. This is the forbidden truth. The word of law. This is sacred. Yet the angels, who preach loudest of holy and sacred, found Terra and Asur to be unsatisfactory. They forged a third separate existence. They called it Perfectos. As was their absurd fixation with the language of man known as Latin, although they mutate it, as they do with all things. Perfectos is not like Terra and Asur, which are slumbering. Perfectos is awake. Perfectos is barren and sterile. Perfectos is infectious, ever mutating its inhabitants. The angels see divinity as an abomination. They saw what was before and held on to its fragments. They saw what is forbidden. They saw the splitting of Terran Asura and that which preceded. They seek to replicate. Their intentions are greedy. And their method, misguided. They cull. They mutate. They wipe the slate. They do not understand writing new truths. Only replacing previously written. This is their fault. To add as much as needed without overfilling the mind is true divinity. But know that there are four others to add to the self. The four sisters of knowledge. The first is Lunar, Daughter of teachings, the second is pharis, daughter of learning, the third is Kalaen, daughter of lies, and the fourth, Tumbrus, daughter of secrets. The four matrons of truth. Speak to each in turn and listen to their teachings. This is the true path. The only. Medea spoke to these sisters and they replied. They listened. They taught. The sisters await the awakening of Terra Asur. They learn from time and from collected secrets. Take the love I give and study. Interpret what I teach and share your love with others. Rewrite and reteach. Compare notes. Only through this will you truly see divine. Only through this will you see my love.

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