Geography & Nations
The Western continent of Arkhi
The southern kingdom- Aurealius
Aurealis stretches across sunlit plains that roll toward a glittering coastline. Golden grass fields sway in warm sea winds. Vineyards climb low hills. Olive groves and white-stone estates dot the countryside like carefully placed jewels.
At its heart lies the capital-port city: Solvarenne
A sprawling metropolis of marble colonnades, sun-baked plazas, and tiered estates overlooking the sea. The harbor is a centre point of its wealth as it allows trade across the continents as merchants bring exotic goods and rare materials, alongside silks, metalwork, and exotic beasts for domestication. Massive merchant carracks come from distant lands. Money moves constantly. Coin is king here. Aurealis is not ruled by a monarch.
It is governed by The Gilded Committee — a council of twelve noble houses, each controlling trade routes, fleets, land, or banking institutions.
They claim this makes them civilized.
In truth, it makes them dangerous. Every decision is political. Every alliance temporary. Every smile calculated. Blackmail is common. Scandals are weaponised. Assassinations are discreet yet common.
In Aurealis Duels are fought with words before blades. Fashion and luxury signals rank and alliances. Public humiliation can ruin entire bloodlines. Hospitality is lavish — but never free. They prize refinement, education, rhetoric, and social dominance. Children of noble houses are trained in: Debate, Economic strategy, manipulation, Emotional reading Aurealis despises magic, Publicly, they call it unstable, barbaric, and dangerous. Privately, they fear it.
Long ago, a magical catastrophe devastated a southern province, an arcane explosion that turned fertile land into a glassed iridescent wasteland known as The Scorching Silence, No one dares travel through it as it’s said the air is poisonous, perhaps a tale to hide the truth of what really happened, is it true the Gilded Committee secretly possessed an ancient anti-magic device and could not control it?, and so It was blamed towards the gods and thus the kingdom rejected the old gods idealology and magic, as it was a symbol of the gods power. Since then, Arcane practice is outlawed and Mages are either exiled, imprisoned, or “reeducated”. They rely on technology, naval power, and economics not sorcery.
The Northern Kingdom Tontar
The Kingdom of Tontar is weaved around a spine of black, jagged mountains that tear into the sky like broken blades. Snow falls nine months of the year. The wind never truly stops. It howls down the passes and screams across frozen lakes, carrying ice sharp enough to flay unprotected skin.The people say the mountains are alive. That they remember. Villages cling to cliffsides, carved directly into stone to avoid avalanches. Roofs are steep and slate-dark. Chimneys burn constantly. Glacial rivers cut through deep ravines. Pine forests grow thick and shadowed, heavy with snow. Ice caves glow faintly with luminescent crystal veins. Massive stone bridges span chasms that drop into mist. The capital city, Karth Veyrn, is built in tiers into a mountain face, with the royal citadel perched at the summit like a crown of iron, the kingdom’s wealth is sourced from the mines, Blacksmiths, and hunting, as they have a large stock of crystals and metals alongside pelts and rare animal materials that people would pay very good to obtain. In turn their markets are very large and some of the best equipment in Arkhi can be found there.
The kingdom is ruled by the royal line called the Tontarios, their claim comes from their ancestors forming the kingdom, it is said that their bloodline possesses an ancient magic connected to the frozen mountains as they are rumoured to descend from an ancient pact with a primordial frost entity sealed beneath the mountains. Their sigil is a white wolf snarling.
Northern culture values endurance over charm. Weakness is despised. Emotion is kept controlled. Even children of the royal line are trained in survival — tracking, blade work, mountain navigation. Hospitality and family is sacred. Oaths are binding — broken vows are branded into the skin. Fur-lined armor and layered steel plates are common. Warriors braid beads into their hair to mark battles survived. Music is low, drum-heavy, and chanted rather than sung often feeling ritualistic. Shrines to their ancestors are often discovered in the mountain faces.
The Eastern continent of Krakri
Krakri is harsher than Arkhi. Where Arkhi is political and fractured, Krakri feels ancient and unresolved.It was once home to three great kingdoms. Now there are only two. Because between them lies something called:
The Veilscar
A living barrier of darkness, stormlight, and distortion that stretches across the continent from sea to sea.
It was not always there.
Two centuries ago, the central kingdom, now erased from most records, was consumed when a ritual meant to harness divine power collapsed.
What remains is a scar across reality. Travel through it is nearly impossible.
And what emerges from it is worse.
The Veilscar is a horizon of rolling black mist threaded with starlight with Lightning that moves sideways instead of down hitting ruins suspended mid-air.
Whispers in unknown languages can be heard and Creatures that seem half-real can be seen, which is hard as the sky above it is permanently twilight.
Magic and technology behaves unpredictably resulting in Ships trying to bypass it along the coast, yet they vanish in fogbanks.
Some believe it is Boreaus’ wrath, A failed attempt to resurrect Armondo Or the final act of the destroyed central kingdom.
The Lost Kingdom Velkaris
Velkaris was once the most magically advanced of Krakri’s nations.Its inhabitants were masters and pioneers in the Arcane’s potential unlike Aurealius, they embraced magic openly and unlike Tontar, they didn’t bind it to bloodlines.
Two hundred years ago, Velkaris attempted to create a “Celestial Conduit” — a machine or ritual structure meant to channel the old gods directly.
Something went wrong. Now Velkaris is gone.
But sometimes, Children are born in Krakri with unstable star-marked magic, a sight once only seen in the intermingling magic in Velkaris, an omen of destruction or greatness.
Northern Krakri- Dravosk
Dravosk is not cold.It is scorched.
A land of cracked red earth, black volcanic ridges, and vast ash deserts where the wind carries heat instead of frost. The horizon often shimmers with mirage. The ground is warm beneath bare feet in many regions.
The sky is wide and harsh — pale during the day, bruised purple at dusk. To the south, the Veilscar cuts across the continent — a band of dark distortion that contrasts violently against Dravosk’s blazing terrain. Fire and void facing each other.
Towards the VeilScar are The Ember Wastes A vast desert of black sand and red dunes formed from ancient volcanic eruptions. Beneath the surface lie tunnels of hardened lava used as hidden roads and military passages.
Strange glass formations protrude from the sand — remnants of heat so intense it fused the land beyond the wastes are The Pyreclast Mountains that surround the kingdom ,A jagged volcanic range constantly smoking. Rivers of slow-moving lava cut glowing lines through the mountains at night. This is where the Dravosk mines Obsidian and Fire-opal, extremely sought for materials. Cities built here are half-carved into stone, half-forged in metal.
They are militaristic, disciplined, and anti-divine and they blame Velkaris for the catastrophe. People here are loud, direct, and intense.Strength is respected.Cowardice is mocked openly. Arguments are settled in sanctioned combat arenas. They believe in control — of self, of flame, of fear.
Children are raised by Combat training with Survival skills in desert terrain, Alchemical basics and Endurance rituals involving heat exposure.
They use: Heavy cavalry, War machines, Crossbow legions, Alchemical fire.
In defense to the Veilscar, Dravosk formed The Pyrelines A massive defensive front of Obsidian towers with Flame-throwing ballistae and Alchemical artillery. At night, the Pyrelines look like a burning scar, parallel to the Veilscar. Dravosk believes fire is the answer to the Veilscar. They deploy alchemical flame weaponry against anything emerging. Their ideology: “Fire purifies. Fire clarifies. Fire does not lie.”
They see the Veilscar as cold corruption — void, distortion, starless horror.
So they answer it with flame.
Capital City — Varkesh
Varkesh is built along the base of an active volcano called Mount Karath.
The city glows at night from lava channels redirected through stone aqueducts to power forges and heat districts. Many people depend on Mining volcanic ore and Maintaining irrigation systems pulling from deep aquifers to make a living
Clothing is light but layered with hardened leather and steel with metal studs.
Jewelry is often made from obsidian or volcanic glass.
Music is drum-heavy and fast, festivals involve fire-dancing and competitive combat games.
Architecture is brutal and imposing: Black basalt walls, Iron-reinforced towers,Massive braziers burning day and night, and open air arenas where betting’s take place on fightingThe palace is built into the volcano itself — a fortress-temple carved into cooled magma rock.When the mountain rumbles, the entire city feels it.They see it as a reminder: Power must and can be controlled, like the volcano.
Many quietly worship to boreaus, in hopes that he shall rebuke the Veilscar
Some believe Velkaris tried to control the stars — and Boreaus punished them for it.
Dravosk’s core belief is that Magic is like fire, and is Useful when contained, but Catastrophic when arrogant. So, they take great care with those of magical abilities, ensuring their control, leading to the formation of a secret order called The Null Priory, specialists trained to fight dark magic-users like the Black emblem and to push back the Veilscar.
The Leader of Dravosk is High Pyre-Lord Kael Varekh
A war-scarred ruler who took control after leading a devastating counteroffensive during a major Veil breach fifteen years ago resulting in the loss of many Dravosk citizens like his sister who he deeply misses and lets fuel his determination.
Broad-shouldered. Burn scars across one arm from volcanic exposure.Eyes sharp and constantly assessing. He is not subtle. He believes that the Veilscar will one day expand and that Magic-born individuals are potential weapons to prevent this, and so Kael secretly funds experimental fire-infused soldiers, by use of fire magic. He may be attempting to create controlled magic — fused with alchemy and elemental binding. He doesn’t hate magic like many say, he wants to weaponize it safely. If he succeeds, Dravosk could become terrifyingly powerful.
The Southern Kingdom of Krakri — Sorene
Sorene spreads across a vast emerald expanse of jungle that begins where the Veilscar’s twilight fades and the true sun returns.
The air is thick and warm. Heavy with rain, pollen, and the scent of flowering vines. Massive trees rise hundreds of feet high, their canopies weaving together to form layered green skies. Sunlight filters through in golden shafts, illuminating drifting spores that glow faintly at dusk.
The jungle is not wild in the way of neglect.It feels cultivated. As if something ancient is guiding its growth. The main area of Sorene is called The Verdant Expanse
An immense rainforest of colossal trees, some so large entire communities live within their roots or branches. Their bark is etched with glowing natural runes that pulse faintly during certain lunar phases,
The floor is covered with Bioluminescent plants bloom at night, turning forest paths into rivers of soft light . Rivers cut through the jungle in silver coils, wide and slow, feeding into mist-heavy deltas along the southern coast. Inside these Jungles lies The Aethergroves, Sacred clearings where the veil between physical and arcane feels thin. Gravity seems lighter. Sound carries differently. Magic-users report stronger sensations here. The only structures found here are totems reaching 10 foot.
In some regions, Sorene’s cities are not on the ground at all. As in the Skyreach Canopy of the tallest trees on the continent they are suspended. Bridges of braided wood and hardened sap connect tree-top districts. Platforms float gently, held aloft by controlled magical fields — subtle, sustainable, integrated.
From above, Sorene looks like a constellation of lights suspended in green.
Magic in Sorene is not outlawed.
It is foundational.
Because magic is rare and born — Sorene does not suppress those born with it.
They guide them. Children who show signs of magic are taken to sanctuaries where elder mystics teach them control — not dominance.
Magic here is woven into:
• Agriculture (enhanced growth, not unnatural expansion)
• Architecture (living structures)
• Medicine (nature-based restoration)
• Communication (long-distance pulse networks through flora)
Sorene believes magic is not a weapon first. It is a responsibility.
Anura’s presence is strongest here — in life and light. Boreaus is studied through celestial magic. Armondo is not worshipped openly. But death rituals in Sorene are peaceful and reverent — not fearful.
They believe the gods are not tyrants. They are the frames of functionality ,and the world fell out of alignment.
Capital City — Elythra
Elythra is built around a massive central tree known as the Heartspire.
The Heartspire is older than recorded history.
Its bark glows faint gold at night and Its roots extend miles beneath the earth whilst Its canopy touches cloud level. The city spirals around it in ascending rings of wood, living architecture, and crystalline structures that hum softly with magical resonance.
It is said it produces a low rhythm in his roots, similar to that of the Veilscar and the Mountains of Tontar, Is there something connecting these 3 places? Has it got something to do with the Emblem?
Defense is layered invisibility: Camouflaged pathways. Living barriers that shift. Illusory terrain. Outsiders often get lost long before reaching the center.
Soreni people are expressive, artistic, and observant.
Clothing is lightweight, often dyed in vibrant colours, often feathered headpieces are worn. Jewelry incorporates plants or softly glowing stones.
Music is melodic, flute- and string-heavy, often accompanied by subtle magical harmonics that create layered soundscapes.
Markets sell Rare materials, crystals, Potent medicinal elixirs and enchanted equipment.
They have Festivals like Morovo, a festival where paper lanterns with peoples wishes on them are sent to the sky from the canopies, creating a sky of warm light across Sorene. these festivals align with celestial events and seasonal shifts. Magic displays are common — but subtle and precise.
Sorene is not ruled by a single monarch.
It is led by a spiritual-magisterial body called:
The Verdant Conclave, A circle of twelve archmystics, druids, and elemental scholars.
Leadership is based on magical resonance and wisdom — not bloodline.
The Conclave does not dominate daily life. Local communities govern themselves.
But when the jungle shifts, when celestial patterns change, when Veilscar tremors are felt, The Conclave intervenes. They’re working towards Studying the Veilscar and finish what Velkaris started, angering Dravosk and taking a gamble on the stability of the world.