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Remalla
Fret not young one, but listen well,
it is not yet time for YOUR death bell,
the world is weary and lists, nay tumbles,
you chose to lift it or let it stumble, Carry a torch and light the way?
Through spear and spell bring forth day?
The gods of old have fled in fear,
they hide from those who'd bind them here, Ice covers many, the dark chokes all,
A blessed few guard eternal fall,
The central fire keeps back the snows,
A thunderous range of lava flows, Back to the fire, face to the sleet,
stand firm young one and find your feet,
the world will need your will, resolve,
You're charged, this curse you must absolve.
Remalla is a world found teetering on the edge of calamity, where a sizable portion of the globe is ravaged by the raw elements themselves. From constant freezing waves of sleet and ice to high mountain ranges from which belch forth noxious fumes and lava flows, the wild places of this world are hostile to all life. Much of the old world is covered in ash or glacier, swept bare by howling winds and smothered in whispering darkness eternal. In the spaces where these existential horrors collide however, there are small kingdoms and enclaves who etch out a living. The few temperate lands are highly contested by those who seek fertile soil and stable weather for food, and areas safe from monster and storm are secured at great length by those who live there. The old gods, those who were there at the birth of this world, have retreated to other planes and though their magic and blessings still exist, their influence fades every year. As they left Remalla to tear itself apart, it gave much opportunity to the powerful beings they abandoned to fill in the vacuum. Demi-deities abound through the lands, ruling peoples as cherished eternal leaders or weaving the path of nations from the shadows.
it is not yet time for YOUR death bell,
the world is weary and lists, nay tumbles,
you chose to lift it or let it stumble, Carry a torch and light the way?
Through spear and spell bring forth day?
The gods of old have fled in fear,
they hide from those who'd bind them here, Ice covers many, the dark chokes all,
A blessed few guard eternal fall,
The central fire keeps back the snows,
A thunderous range of lava flows, Back to the fire, face to the sleet,
stand firm young one and find your feet,
the world will need your will, resolve,
You're charged, this curse you must absolve.
Remalla is a world found teetering on the edge of calamity, where a sizable portion of the globe is ravaged by the raw elements themselves. From constant freezing waves of sleet and ice to high mountain ranges from which belch forth noxious fumes and lava flows, the wild places of this world are hostile to all life. Much of the old world is covered in ash or glacier, swept bare by howling winds and smothered in whispering darkness eternal. In the spaces where these existential horrors collide however, there are small kingdoms and enclaves who etch out a living. The few temperate lands are highly contested by those who seek fertile soil and stable weather for food, and areas safe from monster and storm are secured at great length by those who live there. The old gods, those who were there at the birth of this world, have retreated to other planes and though their magic and blessings still exist, their influence fades every year. As they left Remalla to tear itself apart, it gave much opportunity to the powerful beings they abandoned to fill in the vacuum. Demi-deities abound through the lands, ruling peoples as cherished eternal leaders or weaving the path of nations from the shadows.