Pleotria

Pleotria is a world set in a time where technological progress is forcibly rolled back by the jealousy of the gods. Law and Chaos are at constant odds at each other never one gaining the higher ground. Chaos once invaded the material realm, its subjugation by Law forever scarring the Land of Nobility Babylos erasing its cities from the maps. The Dabu immortal known as The Herald, both by name and status in the city-state, Harap controls the reorigination device made by the gods of law to subjugate evil leaving only destruction with their judgment.

In the east, the continent of Locmiral trouble is not of short supply. Most notable is their beautiful architecture and breathtaking open spaces full of lush grounds, plantations and blossoms. Artistic expression and poetry have found their place in their three large cities, and while congeneric, they stay different in allure.

Takakami, the palace of the mountain god so strong that his ambition reached the heavens.

Ongon, the capital of spiritualism, here every diety no matter how minor is provided with a temple. Prayer is the most powerful tool of their citizen.

Hamnan of the Six Trumpeteers, the protectors of good and guardians of the Han tree. Their song if legends claim it to be true is strong enough to overturn battlefields.

To the south, two countries have settled a three century-long war which ended in a peace treaty just some 20 years ago.

The mighty country of Faril lost many men to the might of nature which Gradnia embodies. Nevertheless, Faril prospers as its new emperor continues its tradition of conquest and violence, this time in the field of commerce conquering the name The Capital of Gold, Pelia, named after its emperor Pelios Fahrianimalios.

Gradnia, on the other side, remains yet unchanging but ever so diverse. Known as the forest of druids formerly elven in heritage, now is ruled by a human whose connection to nature is so profound that he has grown to be venerated as a demi-god among his kin. Ernest Zhivago, famous in the woods, Star Child, made sure the borders of his forest are open to all those who seek respite and a place to stay and spend their life living by the unsophisticated principles of life.

To the north is where the living turns their gaze towards undeath, the scarce living population centralised into fortresses built way back before the Outbreak Plague. Old but still standing despite their occasional undead raid the castle walls hold.

To the west betwixt, a small gap of rocky passages lay the Wonderfields. Seven was a symbolic number ever since the time of troubles. Luck was on this side of the world, although that didn't stop evil from lurking, for it was the power of an unbiased prophecy. And right below they lay the Beast Lands, large open steppes, lushious jungles all too dangerous to cross and chart.

Perhaps the most unruly in Pleotria was the Mad Scribe himself Pluto the Bender, he once wanted to collect as much knowledge as he could, but that knowledge came with a price. Corrupt and twisted by the Outside, the once-great tower of Ascent, which even the God of Wisdom himself loved to visit, is now a place only of horror and insanity.