introduction & directory
There is nothing left of what once was. The men of the past knew this land so unalike to what it now is. When they looked to the sun, they saw meadows, thick greens, trees with canopies impenetrable. They saw the walls of kingdoms, forged by calloused hands and steadfast against their enemies. Titans walked among men, in this past life. They watched as before them birthed an era of plenty, and chronicled it in their own various means. The world went by a different name, then. Now it is simply the Mor. There are no more men, no more kingdoms. A catastrophe took all that it could, and blanketed the rest in frost. All that remains of this grandiose past are relics and ruins - abandoned to waste away beneath the weight of time. The land holds no other memories of what once was - the green, the meadows, the trees; forgotten. Those so blighted by survival are ignorant to what caused the world’s decay, and the now defunct society that died with it. They’ve only ever known the ice, the cold, the Mor. What is left now is hardly much of anything. The Mor is a cold, unforgiving continent surrounded by frigid seas. Its inhabitants are at constant war - against both the elements, and their peers. Though once home to magic aplenty, what little exists now is just as dangerous as it is useful. Life is nothing more than a long, bloody feud to the death: one in which everyone eventually loses.
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