The Quarter World : Drycha
Drycha
280 A.A.
[This was made with No AI of any kind]
Almost two centuries ago, The first god Ebra was born and completed the first acts of creation, creating a cascading series of events that lead to life, death, extinction, war, the rise and fall of gods and even a bridging between worlds
In 280 A.A. the worst of it all begins to fall into place...
This world is the size of four earths combined into a single planet, separated by powerful godly borders that prevent all forms of circumnavigation, those who attempt to cross the borders have rarely attempted and none have survived
The two major civilizations of the world are on the brink of a major war due to a series of disasters near the borders, the dividing jungle of the Farwood is all that prevents Alyssia and The Noble Vale from clashing in the poisoned forests and overgrown jungles.
To the east the ancient rivalry between the Amonkhet and Khenra is set to ignite once more, ready to drag the new civilizations of the Injarun and Hashari with them into the battles and Alutria's harmony begins buckling under its own imbalance forcing the monks following the path of ice to enact emergency plans to balance Alutria with a harsh winter
In the far west The Eritrean civil war is at its most bloody with a ancient calendar predicting a alignment that may return their god to the realm and to end the flower war once and for all...while Black Iron Orcs preparing to conquer the south western region of Erigrommar whilst a pirate fleet on-route to a major coastal slave den is set to create the largest liberation the history of the world will ever see.
In the South of Alyssia the mountain dwarves begin to plan the complete suppression and enslavement of their sentient runeforged automata or they may yet face a extinction they cannot evade or conquer and a undying vassal begins his unholy plans to prepare for the war against the noble vale that will lead to many dead to be raised from the grave to fall in battle once more.
In western Alyssia, in the burnt out wastelands of the fallen kingdom unknown infernals of a dead god arriving to the beaches of the fallen kingdom with their eyes set on the nomadic city...
In the noble vale, if the war will not begin or even succeed, they may yet overthrow a tyrant ruler that holds a secret deep within the living roots of the fortress he dwells in and beneath the Wyvern tear the harpies and mothari begin arming for a skirmish against the forces of the hating sun
But across the world...the skies become ready to fracture with a unknown presence and upon the land rifts of a dead universe appear more often and with destructive results creating crystals of unknown power, while far...far below the depths of the ocean...a fifth world leaks into the oceans from the abyss