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The Cosmology

Arrayed thus is The Material Plane within hidden shrouds of the Deep Ethereal.

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by Alex Preisser


Ilurámbar “world-walls”, fence the Material Plane from the Deep Ethereal. Only the strongest conjuration magic can penetrate its shield.

Vaiya “envelope”, A dark sea skims the shell beyond, carrying not else besides the hallowed vessels of the Star Nymphs.

Ilmen “star-zone”, where those Celestial Nymphs charged with displaying the lights of the firmament ride the crests and troughs of sable waters.

Vilya “vista”, breathable air from shore to stars. Here be the domain of Tempest.

Fanyamar “cloud-home”, yea house to many clouds and not else but the highest crowns of mountains.

Aiwenór “bird-land”, that portion of the air where birds wing on winds warmed by Phoenix, for this be their domain indeed.

Pelnén “edge-water”, the surrounding sea separates the habitable realms of Avaloros from the deadly void of Cúma. Many living things call these waters home and well-made ships sail upon its gentle-crested waves.

Fairënén “death-water”, both seas the domain of Leviathan, many nymphs toil to sort tainted waters to the greatest depths. Though able to bear ships, few venture here for the great barrier of Vaiya is a deadly challenge to navigate.

Ronór “above-land”, expansive lands contain both bounty and barren, mind ye well the words of nymphs as you would a trusted elder though they steward this realm in many forms.

Ilunumbë “world-roots”, the bones of Avaloros are the most sacred of material objects and bear the weight of the world.

Martalmar “earth-home”, the dark stone of the world is the domain of Behemoth and covers the body of the Rainbow-dragon.

Nuinor  “under-land”, shrouded under the dark sky of Vaiya, without the glow of sun or stars or moon, the empty and blasted lower face of the world is home to none. In death, the truth of this realm is revealed.

Cúma “void”, none fares well on the far side of the edge seas for thine spit boils and lungs wither in the absence of good airs.
A.K.A. the Corpus Iridis Codex

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