Faselir

This is a world of erotic dark fantasy. It is a world of wonder and of danger. A place where the gods once walked among us, and some believe they still do or will again.

The continent of Faselir is wide and varied. From the Sea of Shards in the north where the waves are always peppered with broken fragments of ice, to the Deep Desert in the south where no two travelers ever see the same path. If you travel long enough, you are bound to come across something that you have never seen before.

The various lands of Faselir are ruled as sovereign lands with their own governments and peculiarities. Border wars are common, but so is trade.

Magic has long been a part of these lands. There are many schools of thought of its origin or its source, but only the isolated or uneducated deny its presence. Not everyone can control magic, of course. Many study for years to become mages, only to find that their innate ability simply isn't strong enough to advance. Most that find they only have a glimmer of magic, abandon their studies and forget their training. Some, however, are born with strong magic within them. They are rare, and they are often feared.