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Gahiri the broken realm

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          In the vast expanse of the Void, the gods shaped Gahiri, a small green and blue world set at the heart of creation. Encircled by two massive rings, Mythra and Inferna, Gahiri was watched over by the sun god, who orbited the world high in the sky. Beyond the rings, seven outer worlds circled Gahiri, each one smaller, all connected by the divine forces that had crafted them.

In this cradle of the gods, a great empire once rose to unimaginable heights. Its arcane mastery shaped reality itself—towering spires reached into the heavens, sending out bridges of power like the branches of trees to the outer worlds. Beneath these shimmering towers, fertile lands and vast jungles were molded with precision, flourishing under the empire’s control.

But this golden age was not to last. In a single moment, a calamity struck, and the empire vanished. Its secrets were lost, its towers fell silent, and Gahiri was plunged into darkness. For millennia, no great civilization rose to replace it, and the world lingered in ignorance and decay.

         

Now, in the Third Age, nearly twelve thousand years after the empire’s fall, Gahiri is home to fledgling nations, struggling to rediscover their potential. Yet this is a world still marked by its fractured history, where ancient forces stir, and the scars of the past remain.

 

The human kingdoms, once unified under a single banner, now tear each other apart, endlessly warring over the Gonolith Peninsula. Like mongrels fighting over scraps, they bicker and battle, their strength spent in constant conflict, leaving them fractured and embattled.

 

The elven kingdoms, once stewards of vast knowledge, have turned inward, hoarding their history. Ravaged by the Descendancy, they live in a perpetual state of defense, their walls high and their borders tightly closed, wary of the dangers that lie beyond.

 

In stark contrast, the orc empire grows stronger by the day. Expanding across the southern plains, they claim fertile lands and territory with the iron fist of their emperor. Through force and conquest, they unite their people, solidifying their rule as they march across the land.

 

In the Dracador Steppes, the Hillmin stand defiant. Though their culture is young, their villages hold firm, fending off the relentless attacks of the orcs and their goblin allies, united by the need to preserve their lands from conquest.

 

The nomadic Kittine tribes, once part of human lands, have been driven out by superstition and fear. Roaming the wilderness, they search for a home, but remain forever on the move, exiled from the territories they once called theirs.

 

From the northern islands, the Oni clans slowly expand, establishing small villages without the need for a central kingdom. They maintain a strong sense of unity through their shared culture and heritage, preserving their traditions even as they spread across new lands.

 

In the eastern swamps, the Ga-Taar tribes bicker and fight among themselves, yet when united, they are a fearsome force. Their enemies know the strength they wield when their rivalries are set aside, for a unified Ga-Taar tribe is nearly unstoppable.

 

Beneath the mountains of Dracador, a bitter war rages between the dwarves and the Undersullen. Locked in an unending struggle for the tunnels and resources beneath the earth, neither side is willing to cede an inch of territory, and their conflict grinds on without end.

 

Now, in this Third Age, the world is poised on the edge of turmoil. The shadows of the past loom large, and as the civilizations of old falter and crumble, a new era dawns—one where the beasts and monsters of Gahiri may rise to claim the world as their own.