Thalas

Thalas, the Fifth Sisterworld, is remembered as the late bloomer among the divine creations. Cast into slumber after the Divine Battle—mirroring the fate of her mother, Amare—the goddess lay dormant for centuries, leaving her world unfinished. In those long ages, the planet existed as little more than a boundless ocean, a realm of endless blue that stretched in every direction, swallowing the horizon. It was only when Thalas herself began to stir, little by little, that the surface changed, as if her awakening mind manifested the first fragments of land. From the deep rose tightly clustered chains of islands, fertile oases in an otherwise water-dominated world. Upon these scattered isles, life took hold and kingdoms were built, each one small yet thriving, shaped by both their isolation and their intimacy. The abundant waters surrounding them granted food and beauty, yet their closeness brought tension, for even a small sliver of territory or trade route could spark bitter rivalry. To preserve stability, ancient treaties were drawn, forbidding war within the boundaries of each nation. Thus, though distrust endures between kingdoms, conquest and siege are forbidden, and the land itself remains largely untouched by the scars of civil strife.

Instead, the great rivalries of Thalas were turned outward to the oceans, where the true treasures of the world lay hidden. For the centuries of the goddess’s slumber forced her gifts into the depths, and so the greatest wealth of Thalas lies below—riches both divine and natural, dream-born remnants of her subconscious. From glowing gems and strange minerals to relics imbued with powers beyond comprehension, these deepwater prizes became the currency of ambition, worth more than gold or fertile soil. To claim them, the nations of Thalas turned to the seas, where massive fleets and daring captains clash in sanctioned naval battles. The oceans became both battlefield and arena, a proving ground where disputes were settled, glory was won, and fortunes were made. Yet every dive into the abyss carries danger, for the deep hides as much peril as promise. Sailors whisper that the treasures of Thalas are not merely resources, but fragments of the goddess’s dreams themselves, and to disturb them is to brush against the mind of a being not fully awake. Still, the kingdoms cannot resist. To sail the waters of Thalas is to court both greatness and ruin, for it is upon her oceans—not her lands—that the destiny of her children is written.