Expanded Oerth
Expanded Oerth
Expanded Oerth
Social station in this land is, and always has been, of utmost cultural importance to the natives. Technologically, they are
akin to the Baklunish, and it is said that spellcasting is a rare talent in this area, which perhaps explains how they were so
easily subjugated by the Suel. Architecture of this land ranges from stone towers and squared buildings to ornate
minarets, often within blocks of each other. The cities of the Southern Coast are said to rival Ekbir and Zeif in sheer
beauty, and as architectural artifacts, they put the Flanaess to shame.
The names and nature of these lands has changed significantly over the millennium since the fall of the Suel, and four
large nations are known to exist there today. Understand that few travelers from the Flanaess have visited this area, as
to do so requires either an extended and treacherous sea quest or an overland trek across the Sea of Dust. Not
surprisingly, then, what information we do have comes from daring and lucky mariners.
Beginning due west of the Amedio Peninsula, we find the small nation of Changar that stretches from the easternmost
mountains that reach the sea to some 400 miles to the west. This is the most heavily Suel-influenced of the southern
nations, and evidence of this can be found in both the racial admixture of the land and the architecture of the Changa's
ancient seaport, Hatanagar.
Jahind, Changar's sworn ally, extends from the former nation's border to the next set of mountains that reach nearly to
the sea, some 450 miles in all. The kingdoms are very similar (save that the Jahindi had more success in repelling the
Suel and are thus "untainted" by pale skin and light hair), and Jahind is said to enjoy the benefit of a successful navy.
Mulwar, the next nation to the west, is a dangerous land buttressed by mountains to the north, east and west. It is said
that the land is ruled by a cruel and cunning leader who, many whisper, is in fact an evil spirit, able to change his own
form and bend the simple people of Mulwar to his terrible will.
Northwest of Mulwar, the immense Chomur spreads nearly the width of all Aerdy between three distinct mountain
ranges. Chomur is more a wild region than an actual state, and many Suel refugees fled here during and after the
horrible wars that shattered the Suloise Empire. In fact, the northern inhabitants of this land are nearly pureblooded
Suel, even after all of these years. These people often war with their southern neighbors, and are despised by nearly
every native resident of the land. It is also said that Oeridians mix openly with the darker natives of Chomur. Little else
is known about this mysterious place, save that it is inhabited in parts by several organized tribes of hobgoblins.
History:
Millennia ago, there was a vast mountain-enclosed region bordering the sea where scattered tribes of humans and other
races lived. The people were of a great many sorts, far more than usual, each having arrived here from their original
tribal lands by means they themselves were unable to explain. These barbaric tribes warred with each other over land
and food, building small villages and planting crops when the wars had temporarily ended.
There arose among these people an extraordinary individual named Akajahatma (ah-KA-ja-HAHT-ma), a wizard who
explored the region and the lands beyond it. In time his studies revealed the secret of his homeland: It was a great
Fading Land, a region of Oerth where the interplanar boundaries were very thin. Sections of this region would at times
overlap with regions of other worlds and planes, allowing peoples and monsters to cross over to Oerth. This had been
Akajahatma soon realized there was more going on. At rare times the Fading Lands here would overlap with outer
planes, allowing fiends to enter. Stories of rampaging monsters and demons were common in this region; it would be
only a matter of time until the interplanar boundaries weakened again and massively overlap parts of the Abyss, leading
to the doom of everyone who lived here. This had to be prevented at all costs.
Akajahatma journeyed to hundreds of other lands and planes seeking ways to prevent this. In time, he returned to his
land as a quasi-deity, possessed of great supernatural ability, knowledge, and wisdom. He then began to put a great plan
into action to seal off this region's contact with other planes and strengthen the interplanar barriers. He would do it by
teaching the peoples of this region to work together as a single society and direct their prayers and innate magical
abilities toward building the barriers. This could only be accomplished by creating an extremely rigid and conservative
social order. As the alternative was complete destruction, there seemed to be little real choice in the matter aside from
flight.
Akajahatma walked among the peoples of this region, teaching them the basic principles of his plan, cloaked in
philosophy. The killing of other intelligent beings was prohibited unless they refused to work toward the ultimate goal of
unifying the region. Social order would be maintained at all costs. Migration out of the region was forbidden, as every
intelligent being would be required to direct mental and spiritual energy toward building the interplanar barrier. A single
unified religion would be established--and Akajahatma would be the head deity of that religion.
Many tribal peoples of all races took up Akajahatma's call for unity. He forged alliances by sheer force of will and
charisma. He began assuming a particular form, that of a blue-skinned giant with six arms, to emphasize the work and
effort that would go into building the barrier. His followers understood that their prayers, directed toward Akajahatma,
gave him more divine power to weave the interplanar boundaries together and keep out the demons and monsters who
would otherwise invade. Very few of them grasped the full scope of the plan, however.
Akajahatma quickly realized that some races and peoples were not cooperating with the plan. He ordered his followers
to drive these peoples out of the region or destroy them, leading to centuries of warfare against all chaotic peoples.
Lawful peoples, whether good, neutral, or evil, became the backbone of Akajahatma's LN religion. As Akajahatma's
divine power grew, his perceptions of the problem of the region sharpened, and he discovered that the mental and
spiritual energies of the humans, demihumans, and humanoids here would not be enough. He cast about for a new plan,
and decided that he would have to advance the intelligence and wisdom of the animals of the region, bringing them up
to human levels over time to become new followers of his religion. Otherwise, the barrier would be overwhelmed, and
all would die.
The method he settled upon to bring up the animal races was to gather the souls and spirits of his followers when they
died, sending them back to Oerth to appear in the body of an animal. The animal would become more intelligent than
usual, but would not be guaranteed to know all that had happened to it in its previous life. By this method of
reincarnation, however, the animals could be taught speech and the principles of Akajahatma's teachings. The killing and
eating of animals was then banned to all his followers, and the process of reincarnation was revealed to his priests. In
time, Akajahatma hoped even the animals would send their mental and spiritual energies to him, and the breach
between the planes would be sealed forever. But it would take many centuries more to complete, and it would have to
be maintained forever in the face of great opposition from evil forces.
Indeed, Akajahatma's plan had already been discovered by various beings in the Abyss and elsewhere. Assaults against
the growing spiritual barrier were increasing, as larger and more powerful groups of demonic creatures attempted to
break through and invade Akajahatma's homeland. Chief among these were the rakshasas, who longed to feed upon the
multitudes here. Occasional battles between powerful beings turned into short-running interplanar wars. Akajahatma
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began recruiting heroes among his followers, and soon he was joined by a growing legion of enormously powerful
beings who took up the burden of defending the land while Akajahatma focused on building the barrier to seal off the
other planes.
For many years, the society of the region was that of a theocratic empire, a single kingdom ruling over many different
states and provinces according to religious principles. The warring peoples of this region had long ago ordered
themselves into castes (which means "color") according to who conquered whom. Each caste was composed of a variety
of peoples of different races who held certain functions in the overall society. The various caste levels, speaking very
roughly, were, in descending order:
The first animal race to be "uplifted" by reincarnation to intelligence was that of the golden monkeys, who were the
most like humanity of all the animals. Elephants are gaining strength as the next most powerful animal race. Only a few
other individual animals at random can speak--cattle, goats, etc. All animal life is considered sacred, but animals, like
people, must work to keep the society going: cattle plow fields and give milk, monkeys are warriors, elephants laborers,
etc.
Unfortunately for Akajahatma, the Suel Imperium had plans for the region and after a series of violent wars conquered
and subjugated Zahind. The Suel were cruel overlords and looked down upon Akajahatma's ways. The societal changes
the Suel made caused great disruptions in Akajahatma's work, and it might have been undone forever if not for the Twin
Cataclysms. In the aftermath of the Suel Imperium's collapse, the formerly monolithic Zahind theocracy has been split
into four nations. Akajahatma's religion is practiced in all of them, but there are now different sects and beliefs, and the
worship is unfocused, delaying the sealing of the barrier by a thousand years. Violence has sprung up between the
various nations as each tries to assert their dominance and re-establish the Theocracy. To make matters worse,
Akajahatma can no longer attend to the problems himself as he has ascended past the level of demigod, so he must rely
on his demigod servants, many of which have become impatient and seek to come up with their own solutions and they
do not all agree on the best way to solve the problem.
Today:
Zahind is in many ways stagnant. The numerous temples across the land are magnificently carved, but the style of the
temples is fixed and varies little. The people think in fairly lawful, rigid ways. Social disruption is the greatest evil, as this
will interrupt the sending of spiritual energy to Akajahatma and weaken the interplanar barrier, possibly leading to
invasion from other planes and destruction. Civil disorder, rebellion, marrying out of caste, murder, illegal migration out
of the empire, sailing, flying, and any other sort of illegal travel are all banned and punishable by slavery (i.e., reduction
to the pariah caste). Slavery is the best alternative to killing now, as criminals and pariahs can at least work for the good
of their society and might be redeemed later.
Many sorts of humanoids, such as hobgoblins, goblins, orcs, ogre magi, firbolgs, dwarves, elves, halflings, and so on are
worked into this society in different castes, with many variations on each race and some subraces going into different
castes. The whole social picture is extremely confusing: red-skinned dwarf warriors with black beards, yellow-green
goblin merchants, dour albino Suloise who tried to invade the region from the north after the Rain of Colorless Fire (now
nonmagical pariahs), and more. Every one of them is worked into the culture, with no innate racial hatreds but plenty of
The barrier is strong enough now to make teleportation into this region fairly unpredictable and difficult. Gates, which
are of a higher level of magic, may be opened by spell or device, but random openings of gates are very infrequent.
Some gates are deliberately opened by outer-planes monsters into this region, so demonic hordes can attack temples
and attempt to weaken parts of the barrier. Defending temples has become a full-time occupation for warriors, wizards,
and priests here. (Wizards are nearly all on the level of the merchant caste.)
While general emigration is banned, heroes may gain permission to leave the empire to explore other lands and gain
knowledge or devices to bring home and strengthen their society. Nearly all such heroes are lawful, but chaotic
malcontents also flee the region (what few of them are left, as even the elves here are lawful). Of course, no one gets
outside the country, so almost no one outside knows what's going on inside. The only boats allowed must remain close
to shore to fish. Trade can be conducted from seaports, but only outsider ships may sail back and forth; no regional ships
are built or leave to trade elsewhere.
The populace is generally forbidden to have armor or large weapons, primarily to prevent outbreaks of violent
bloodshed in the many daily squabbles that go on between different ethnic groups here. Some outsiders compare the
region's people to the members of one huge extended family crowded in a small house. Everyone learns to be polite and
get along--or else. Compassion for living things is a major virtue, and citizens learn to be truthful, respectful, and show
charity to those of lesser castes--while upholding all that is required of them in their own castes, and not forgetting their
place in the larger scheme of things.
The military is known for both its ferocity in battle and its tendency to stop fighting too early, as if expecting the other
side to realize it has been beaten and should respectfully surrender and end the war and go home. When this does not
happen, the army is confused but angered and will again attack, then cease fighting early to let the other side think
about things. This can go on for some time. Only against extraplanar monsters do heroes and soldiers toss aside all
compassion, and they attack until slain or the enemy is driven off or destroyed. They do not fear death, knowing they
will be reincarnated, further serving their empire and deities. They may tend to lump all odd extraplanar beings together
as "demons" and merely kill them all unless shown that they are potential lawful allies.
Relgion:
Akajahatma is now a greater deity, the chief of the regional pantheon of hero-gods and allies. Some gods are nonhuman,
once being demihuman, humanoid, or nonhuman heroes who advanced to divine level. Several deities were once
golden monkeys, and one was an elephant. Though he is the chief deity of this region's pantheon, he seems remarkably
tolerant of the worship of other deities. He has learned much about the nature of the multiverse in the thousands of
years he has spent weaving the magical interplanar barrier over and through his land, and the resulting religion he began
has become extremely complex--so much so that numerous sects and cults of it exist all across the lands. The various
aspects of this religion are debated by everyone of every caste, and priests can easily collect crowds on every street by
bringing up a particular philosophical point and starting to debate it with passers-by. Outsiders who can speak one or
more of the dozens of languages spoken throughout this region find this difficult to get used to; much of this religious
teaching completely goes over an outsider's head.
The people of this region appear very talkative and exceedingly polite, but know little or nothing of the world beyond
their local neighborhood. A farmer could easily know thousands of lines of holy scripture and debate fine points of
theology with a patriarch, but he has no idea of the history of his empire or even its full boundaries. The material world
is not of major concern to many citizens beyond the basic needs to eat, sleep, etc. It is the spiritual, immaterial world
that fascinates them. They appear tolerant of frustration and exhibit great self-control, expecting that their lives will be
Priests in this region are synonymous with teachers, sages, philosophers, and keepers of knowledge. All priests read and
write numerous local languages and regularly walk among the populace to teach or tend to the many temples. Believing
that the Fading Lands in which they live have made the material world even less dependable and faster-changing than
otherwise, they seek the essence of that which does not change, anything that is stable and not of their world.
Akajahatma passes along much of what he has learned to his followers. 99% of this knowledge is of no practical use,
from the viewpoint of anyone studying this who is not from this region or born into this religious culture. However, this
is the very knowledge that enables the people to pray in such a way as to send their spiritual energy to Akajahatma to
build the barrier.
The religion of Akajahatma does allow fishing and the eating of fish, as these are regarded as too low in intelligence to
be worth bringing up; the people need protein, too, to supplement their basically vegetarian-and-dairy diets. Eggs may
be eaten, but not chicks. Birds and mammals are the most protected groups, but reptiles (e.g., naga) enjoy some respect
and protection.
The temples here are built in a particular domed style because it was found that this best focused the spiritual energy of
the people who prayed inside, sending this energy on to Akajahatma. There is a fantastic number of temples in the
region, as the more temples there are, the stronger the energy that can be sent above to build the barrier. Each temple
as acts as a spiritual anchor for the barrier, preventing interplanar breakthroughs in certain regions.
Titanic statues of the gods of this region are the norm. The sheer audacity of Akajahatma's plan to seal the rift in the
planar barriers through the efforts of all his followers, fighting back hordes of demons and nightmare monsters in the
process, has inspired religious sculptors to carve stupendous statues of their favorite deities into cliffs, mountainsides,
and so forth.
Most of the gods of this region are depicted as dancing or meditating. The dancing, accomplished with many arm, finger,
and facial gestures, is actually a reflection of the magical somatic gestures the gods use to weave the barrier against
other planes. Some gods are depicted in battle against monstrous rakshasa and fiends.
Due north of Behow, the legendary land of Sa'han claims the title of easternmost holding of the Shaofeng Kingdom. Like
the empire proper, magic is said to operate on different principles here, and the art of the Wu Jen is practiced widely, as
is a complicated from of martial arts that is believed to have been the origin of the forms currently employed by the
Scarlet Brotherhood.
Both Western Realms have been adamant in their hatred for the Suel, and while many, many refugees have managed to
work their ways into western society, they do so primarily as low-caste workers or slaves. The wars between these
peoples are legendary, and animosity flows, still.
Aside from these realms, Shaofeng dominates much of the rest of the continent. It is likely that an actual base of power,
in fact called Shaofeng, exists, but the name is also applied to the greater realm as a whole, and it is all rather confusing.
Adding to the difficulty of matters is the fact that the Shaofeng Emperor declares the entire western half of Oerik under
his care, despite the less absolute reality of the matter.
The culture of the empire is quite foreign to that of the Flanaess, and places great importance upon mysticism and the
elements. This latter fact has caused the most arguments between the severe Shaofeng and the people of the east.
Aside from the Bakluni, whose entire system of belief and much of their culture hinges upon the importance and
veneration of the elements, the Flanaess views the elements (air, oerth, fire and water, of course) simply as a given part
of their everyday experience. There are, certainly, eastern wizards who focus exclusively upon one of the four elements,
and the followers of Telchur, Artroa, Sotillion and Wenta are often (incorrectly) viewed as elemental cults, but the
elemental forces are not often considered by the average man of the Flanaess.
Not so with the Shaofeng, with whom the elements play, if possible, a more important role than they do in the Near
West. In fact, many of the mages of these western realms are tied intimately to their land, and the inability of their most
powerful magi to venture far from the site of their personal elemental connection is often cited as the primary reason
this otherwise technologically advanced race has not been able to make itself a serious presence east of the mountain
ranges that bisect the continent.
Not only do the scholars of the west place greater importance upon the elements, they also disagree as to the nature of
elemental power itself. Westerners hold that, instead of the four elements generally acknowledged in the east, the
multiverse is composed of five elements. As proof, they offer the existence of the so-called "Imperial Dragons of
Shaofang," apparently outer-planar dragons of largest size and power that come in a variety of five colors, each of which
supposedly corresponds to one of the elements of the natural world (this relationship is further elucidated in Scholar
Thu Kin Boh's extended treatise,Fo Ling-Ku (Elemental Structures), currently on reserve in the University Library at Rel
Mord).
Apparently, these Imperial Dragons each correspond to one of the western elements and are said to live within the
elements themselves (whatever that means). Because these creatures reside outside of the Prime Material plane, they
visit worlds such as Oerth and her four sisters only when they so choose--or are summoned. Golden is the color of the
Fire Dragon, green that of Water, while blue is said to represent Air/Wind. The Imperial Dragon of silvery hue is Metal,
and that with a shade of violet is associated with Wood/Nature.
It appears that this cult of elemental dragons extends to the boundaries of the Shaofeng Kingdom's vast empire
(although, disturbingly, Nerull seems to hold some degree of influence, as well), just as do their strict and often
draconian laws said to have been drafted over seven thousand years ago.
In fact, many of the Shaofeng colonies south of the great bay that intersects southwest Oerik are almost wholly
independent from this rule, despite the wishes of the greater government. Most prominent of these is the large
theocracy known as Tsing-Chu.
There, a devoted caste of priests diligently follow the teachings of the god Khuzkan (a complicated figure who may or
not be Pelor under a different guise), who implores them to scour the world, rewarding the actions of kind men and the
dispatching of evil. Of course, Khuzar conceptions of evil often vary significantly from the morality of the rest of western
Oerik, and this alone has been the cause of several prolonged disputes. The justice of Khuzar priests is swift and
unflinching, and few understand what is happening to them before their sentence has been carried out.
Another spur in the side of Tsing-Chu's neighbors are the Tsongs, large groups of malign humans exiled from their
homelands. These men and women prey upon the shipping lanes of the southwest, and are an annoyance to the people
of the south, who view them both as a subtle diplomatic weapon employed by the rulers of Tsing-Chu and as proof that
the "sentencing" of the Khuzar priests is often less strict within the nation's own borders than it is without.
To the north, the Shaofeng have constructed the Wall of Tsian, a massive fortification separating Shaofeng from Darak
Urtag, a formidable deterrent to anyone but the king of Darak Urtag. The Imperium has begun another, even grander
wall farther west.
Ryuujin:
A densely populated island nation of fishermen, warriors, and poets, Ryuujin is ruled by an emperor claiming lineage
from a divine dragon, similar to the types of dragons the Shaofeng venerate. The emperor of Ryuujin is said to have
absolute power and commands fierce loyalty, however it is believed that the real power of the nation comes from the
many feudal lords known as shoguns. The shoguns are responsible for maintaining the armies of Ryuujin; fierce elite
warriors known as samurai, as well as cadres of secretive stealth agents known as ninja(though if asked, no shogun will
admit to having ninja in his employ). Ryuujin has a powerful navy and dominates the Sea of the Dragon King (named
after their emperor), as well as the large peninsula extending south of Shaofeng and Zahind.
Darak Urtag:
A nation of orcs ruled by a tyrannical king. The orcs seem to thrive under the brutal regime.
Mur:
Technically part of the Baklunish West on the Flanaess, Mur borders the Gulf of Ghayar and includes a chain of tall
mountains. The warm currents of the ocean join with the cold air blowing from Telchuria to the north to create a very
wet land that includes a temperate rain forest. The rain forest spreads through the mountains themselves, along with
many spectacular waterfalls. The lowlands are somewhat drier, and include several ports through which trade is
conducted with the outside world.
The people of Mur are not Baklunish, nor are they a member of any of the other human sub-races known to the
Flanaess. Rarely, a child of Mur will be born with four arms. This is considered a blessing of the nature spirits the people
worship. Animals of Mur sometimes are born with the same trait, and the land is full of displacer beasts, kamadans,
shensahti, and girallons. It is possible that all of these creatures originated in Mur. Those born with four arms are known
as the obah-blessed, while those who offend the obahs become twisted, charred parodies of themselves and are known
as the scorned.
The folk of Mur are plagued by their Komali neighbors, whose warlike ways force the population of Mur to dwell
primarily in villages and cities built into the sides of the mountains.
The people of Mur worship the 3,000 obahs, a word they use for divine spirits believed to influence every aspect of their
lives. Mur is home to the Order of the Shensites, a group of pacifist monks who withdraw from ordinary society in order
to avoid the corruption of day-to-day existence. The Shensites are named for their patron obah, Shensi the Serpent.
Apart from Shensi, named obahs include Balim (actually an archdevil), Tektek the faithful, and Karkush, patron of
girallons.
The nation of Mur is believed to be ruled by a divine monarch who rules from a hanging palace somewhere in the
mountains
Mur formerly traded with Zeif, but pirates and sea serpents have made trade routes to Mur unreliable.
However, the unthinkable occurred in the third province of the Tharque Empire. In Altenberg, which was still a small
citadel at the time, the soldiers managed to stop the invasion of twice-born. For a month, when all seemed lost, the men
and women, guided by the Light delivered a desperate fight for their lives and for the salvation of their souls. Born in the
blood paid by the war, the Order of Light had come to be victorious. Then, little by little, hope blew over the ashes and
ruins, sweeping everything in its path. In Sysigie an Archangel of Justice appeared, then in the rest of the empire
afterward, the people raised their heads and fought. The Order of Light, the Knights of Justice, and the army which
would become afterward the Imperial Army allied with the Dragonmasters and converged to deliver the ultimate battle,
driving the necromancers away in the province of the Big South of Der Hem Shelbem.
The victors, having saved their way of life, then turned to the Oracle for guidance. In the center of what would become
the empire was a vast plain, and in its center, surrounded by a disproportionately large mound, was chained the Oracle,
knowing all but unable to do anything, ever sought, forever torn. At the heart of a huge fireball, he lies chained by the
gods of fate for a forgotten crime. Only one can know his destiny, and it was the General of the victorious army. The
Oracle predicted that he would become emperor and he would bring peace and prosperity. The Oracle promised to help
each new emperor by revealing their coronation. This mortal, guided by the multiple voices describing a prophetic
kingdom, would be able to better manage the empire.
Before his coronation had even concluded, this new emperor formed a covenant with two holy orders. This second pillar
of the empire, more unsung than Oracle, was sealed between the god Rao and the empire. In the form of crystal tablets
guarded by angels who only let humans approach them, these tablets of law were a very important assurance of
protection from a demonic invasion of the empire. These tablets bring power and protection to the various religious
orders who have decided to pray to Rao. In order to preserve them, the emperor made orders wall them up and in the
exact place where they were began the most fabulous construction all the time, the Imperial City of Lynn. This compact,
now forgotten, lies in a crypt beneath the throne of the emperor. It is based on these two major assets that the new
emperor decided to raise the high banners of the double-headed eagle on a background of scarlet blood. The Empire of
Lynn was born.
The story does not stop there. As one chapter ends, another begins. The rest of the Tharque Empire, who had ruled the
known world for over a millennium, came to close on its original borders. The two most important orders are the Order
of the Light and the Knights of Justice. The first one led a quest against all evil within the empire, marking any place
bathed by the Light by castles. The Knights of Justice retired to Sysigie to heal its wounds. The time of the human beings
had come. As for the other races, the dwarves are withdrawn in the city of Ghrunkedash, while the immortal elves,
facing so many horrors before them, longed to decline and disappear in peace, leaving humans fight for an empire
which, as all human empires would, disappear. To the north, barbarian invasions become more and more frequent, in
the south, the kingdom of Khemit intended to draw riches from the thin possessions of this still weak empire. It is in this
chaos arose the cult of the Black Moon. Built on the worship of the archmage Haazheel Thorn, this religion was
threatened at first by the Order of the knights the Light. But this order benefited from a new magic, that of the menthats
(a type of psion) and from the almost divine power of its founder. The latter, rather than respond to Order of Light,
proved his membership to the Empire by helping the Baron of Moork definitively rule out a barbarian threat by retaking
The borders of the Empire of Lynn changed little. Centered physically and spiritually on the citadel of the Oracle, he saw
the coronation of Haghendorf I. The stone mask of the Oracle speaks to all, but only Haghendorf can see its true face.
After his coronation, this mortal, carrying only the weight of his destiny, has acquired the power to change the course of
his life and empire. Although he appears meek, the emperor is considered by many as a tyrant. Living in his millennium
palace, his policies favor without any discretion the human beings. So that among other peoples, and even the green
skins, resistance is growing.
Lynn is the all-powerful capital of the empire. Immense and fabulously rich city, Lynn welcomes everything, and
everything is in profusion there: silk, gems, works of art, jewelry, weapons and armor... From the ramparts, it is possible
to contemplate the most gigantic naval port of the Empire. A lighthouse guiding ships is at the top of the imperial palace.
This colossal edifice is both the place of imperial residence, barracks for the guards and also contains the important
ministries. The walls are able to resist the attack of giants and the most powerful siege engines. It is said that the
heaviest stones were cut by dwarves in order to have a perfect finish. Yet, their sheer size means that they can only have
been placed by several giants. A little farther, in the shade of this disproportionate structure is the district of the temples
within which almost all the religions of the empire are represented. One cannot describe Lynn without mentioning the
imperial college, training many thaumaturges; and its library which constitutes the largest gathering of knowledge.
There, mages study constantly, waiting to accompany the imperial armies. We find finally numerous military academies,
training the best legionaries as well as the best strategists who will become imperial centurions.
In the center of the Empire is a vast plain set with a disproportionate rock in which the Oracle is chained. The doors of
the immense cairn only open to let pass those whom the Oracle has chosen to see. It is known to be infallible, also the
latter are legions. Some wait months to hear its call. The path to the oracle is lined with stalls of false seers, soothsayers
and magicians and real charlatans in addition to those who wait the call and those who watch politicians go. Only one
can know its destiny but the reflection of the Oracle agrees to answer a question put aloud. To come to him is
nevertheless frustrating because his cryptic answers bring often more questions than of answers. The Oracle's sanctum
is a sacred place where fighting is not allowed.
Never conquered, never subjugated, Altenberg is the lighthouse of the purity, the seat of the Order of Light. It is the
stronghold of the Grand Master Frater Sinister... There, the brothers train tirelessly to ensure that their actions are as
safe as their souls immaculate. Their faith is always forged in fires of the sun and the Lord. A good part of their spare
time is dedicated to the saving prayers and to the purificatory ablutions. This city is in fact made up of gigantic fortresses
inside larger fortifications still. Saint-of-the-Saint, the ultimate keep, is located in the middle of the citadel. It includes
the room of the high commander and a gigantic cathedral from which rise litanies and the sounds of bells seven times
blessed. From these emanate the most powerful clerical spells that guide the arms of the faithful throughout the
empire. This warrior order depends on the authority of the emperor, and been able to raise many castles within the
empire making this order more popular than the Order of Justice. In fact, this order is managed militarily by the Grand
Master Frater Sinister and morally by its Archpriest.
On the borders of the empire is the principality of Sysigie. The latter is named after the astronomical phenomenon that
is its origin. Indeed, the “basin” which constitutes this territory comes from the fall from an enormous meteorite caused
by a syzygy (or syzygia) or alignment from celestial bodies. Led by Prince Parsifal, Commander of the Order of the
Knights of Justice, this land bathed by a sea of clouds is a place of peace and of harmony. In the shelter of strong walls of
granite, has developed a secular order of pure-hearted knights. These obedient servants of the Lord are composed
mainly of monks, warriors, and ordained priests. This vast kingdom is bordered by high, impassible mountains. Its only
access is a gorge a few hundred meters wide. There, a huge fortress wall was raised by his government in order to
protect access. The gates of brass, also called gates of Dawn, are controlled by a powerful machine.
The Pass of Dragons is one of the rare entrances to legendary kingdom of the wyrms, within an immensely rocky and
jagged part of the country. There are sleeping dragons whose number is unknown. The oldest dragons reign mercilessly
over their offspring by means of some human knights with whom they enter into an alliance. These "Dragonmasters"
watch carefully and forbid all access to the Kingdom of Drach.
Dragonmasters are descendants of humans who had a pact with the dragons. Combined with the wyrms in the Kingdom
of Drach, they protect the Pass of Dragons and forbid access. They also raise the offspring of dragons. A veritable
symbiosis develops between the dragon and its rider. Indeed, by weaving an empathic link the creature sees its
intelligence increasing and the human being sees his life expectancy prolonged.
Kendrhir, the city of Grand Magi, has the distinction of being governed by the directors of the different schools of magic
that comprise it. This city was built by the sorcerer's apprentices who wanted to find calm and rest for a place conducive
to study. Unofficially, it is rather composed of students who were rejected at Imperial College.
Feyhin Forest
Magistrya is a city winding as a stony snake around a rock peak forming an amazing maze of lace. The most beautiful
houses spread out to higher ground. Magistrya is also home to the palace of the Magister, a powerful mage that many
say is immortal. He rules the city with an iron fist and keeps order. The guards are numerous, well-trained and brutal.
The Territories of the Marches are a succession of small bordering provinces in the empire. Ruled by lords who are trying
to ensure their own protection, these realms have only relatively dry land. It is, however, these limited resources that
provide better protection. Nevertheless, Taarak, Klindor, and Hazol are often subjected to barbarian raids. These cities
are the three largest cities of the Territories of the Marches.
The dwarf city of Ghrunkedash is famous in the empire for the quality of its metals. The city gates are steel and appear
to be impregnable. The interior resembles that of an anthill. At the heart of the maze of fire and steel are the masters of
the forges. All that is built and much more is to be sold still there. Everything has a price. The masters of the forges work
for all nations. The city is built on an active volcano. The sinking lava transforms the landscape into a blood-red hell.
The Empire such as it is known at the moment consists of only the ancient third province of the Tharque Empire. The
Obart Magocracy left a ravaged land, but little by little, the humans rose up and began to reconstruct what had been
destroyed. In spite of these losses, the Tharque Empire remains powerful. The Empire derives its name from the ancient
capital city Tharquatis.
The Tharque Empire seeks to reclaim its lost territory, namely the present-day Empire of Lynn. To this end, the Tharque
Empire is willing to join forces with anyone seeking to unseat Haghendorf. Meldrim is the current emperor of Tharque,
and his younger brother Sierholt controls Tharque's navy, possibly the largest navy in the world.
More to the north is Inebou-Hedjou, the capital of the two kingdoms of high and low Khemit. The place ruled by the
almighty Pharaoh. Surrounded by gigantic walls, no other city of Khemit is as beautiful, as large nor as richly decorated.
Protected by magic canals, the main channel, also called royal canal, leads directly to the palace reserved for the
Pharaoh, the Magi and the great nobles. This huge canal is lined with high walls decorated with countless statues and
covered by a number of vigilant archers. Immense, magnificent and teeming with people, Memphis finds an equivalent
in the superlative degrees only with the capital of Lynn. The city of the Pharaoh was, however, far more prosperous for
many years. And the rich are much richer and the poor have given up their freedom. There are many palanquins
advancing slowly on the large esplanade of the palace of the Great Vizier. Memphis has many architectural wonders,
most notable are the gigantic pyramids, royal tombs of the preceding Pharaonic dynasties, and the great royal square, so
large that it could contain a whole city. The wonders of Inebou-Hedjou stretch out of sight and seem to have no end.
The Kingdom of Khemit was born of the alliance of the Nubian people to share, for a time, with the Tharque Empire with
the largest area of the world. Nevertheless, contrary to Atalyans and Tharques, Khemit knew how to moderate its ascent
as well as its fall. Governed by the living God, Pharaoh, the land includes the greatest fighters (the Sphinx Guards) as well
as the most powerful mages.
lshtarland:
A land watered by southern storms and at least two great rivers. The city of Ishtar vies with the merchants of Lynn and
the warlords of Tharque for control of coastal trade.
Red Kingdom:
This land is so named for the color of its rocks. Its inhabitants remain unknown to the rest of the Oerth.
Barbarian Seameast:
A windswept land covered with primeval forests where fiery but convivial tribesmen dwell.
In -195 CY (or 450 OR, the calendar used at the time), some groups of mixed Oeridians and Flannae descent dwelling
near the Gull Cliffs developed more advanced nautical skills than was typical for the natives of the Kingdom of Aerdy of
that time and so became known as the Aquaerdians. They launched two expeditions across the Solnor Ocean; both
returned with news of a habitable land far to the east, ripe for colonization though, they judged, unsuitable for trade.
In -122 CY (522 OR), disenchanted as they were with the current expansionistic politics in Aerdy, the majority of the
Aquaerdians departed the Flanaess for this new land; those that remained behind were among the ancestors of the Sea
Barons. They disembarked at Arrowhead Bay, where survivors of the earlier expeditions warned them of warlike
demihumans and a clan of green dragons on the nearby peninsula. Taking heed of their warnings, the new colonists
settled in a valley to the southeast. They named their first town, Garythane, after their last ruler, a good man whose ship
had been lost in the three-month crossing. Settlement spread eastward along the Greencourse River, and the next major
town, Fair Passage, was built in a mountain pass to the east of Garythane, with trade between the two settlements
commencing shortly thereafter.
It wasn't until 1 CY (645 OR) that the local demihumans deigned to contact the human settlers. First were the elves of
the Dark Woods south of Garythane, then dwarves and gnomes began to trade with Fair Passage. Relationships with all
three groups were greatly smoothed through the diplomatic talents of one John Asperman. The relationship between
the elves and dwarves, however, was hostile and skirmishes and outright war between the two were known to occur. As
they deteriorated again, the gnomes retreated to their own lands and took advantage of their neutral position to grow
as powerful merchants trading with humans, elves, and dwarves alike.
Inspired in part by the gnomes, the militocratic governments of Garythane and Fair Passage soon became a confederacy
of syndics. Yet as the humans grew in strength and civilization, they yearned for a king as their ancestors had in Aerdy. In
14 CY (658 OR), John Asperman was coronated as King John the First, and the following year (15 CY/659 OR) was
declared Year One of the new John's Rule (JR) calendar. The next few centuries became known as the Age of Kings.
John I proved to be a capable leader, and thanks to his leadership the hostilities between the elves and dwarves
eventually gave way to armistice. As humanity spread, new races were discovered: orcs, goblins, and halflings. The first
two were hostile, though they were driven south after a series of battles. The halflings, native to the woodlands, proved
friendly and trade with them introduced new foods to human cuisine.
John I fathered four sons and died at the age of 112 in 78 JR (92 CY). His eldest son, John II, moved the kingdom's capital
to the new town of Bankspret on the banks of the Ruling River on the plains to the east. In 100 JR (114 CY) he renamed
Bankspret as Empyrea, which would give its name to the entire kingdom.
John II, known as the Builder, began many ambitious construction projects, including roads, bridges, and castles. He was
also obsessed with what were known as the "black arts of Technology," but as he was well-loved and a skilled diplomat
this was politely tolerated by his people. John II would die in 148 JR (162 CY) with his projects still incomplete. His 17-
year-old son John III succeeded him.
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John III, who would become known as the Wise, spent a decade among the elves, gnomes, and dwarves (he chose to
avoid the hedonistic halflings), reluctantly completed his father's projects. He was also known for the signing of the Pact
of Neutrality in JR 177 (191 CY), which cemented peace and alliance between the humans, elves, gnomes, dwarves,
halflings, and elves.
In 179 JR (193 CY), the orcs and goblins returned from the south, bringing with them for the first time the plagues of
lycanthropy and undeath. After many costly battles, the united humans and demihumans managed to check their
expansion, but pockets of evil remained within Empyrea, lurking in ruins and in the wilderness. The human towns were
forced to build defensive walls for the first time. Using his father's plans, John III completed the Castles of Rulership,
which combined magic and technology in their defenses. These included the castles of Northending, Hydell, Seascarp
and Felonius, though there were seven in all.
John III grew ill in 199 JR (213 CY), largely retiring from the affairs of rulership. Because the Age of Great Sorrow began at
this exact time in the Flanaess, some sages have suggested a connection between the two events, though what this
might be is unknown. He told his eldest son secrets on his deathbed in 203 JR (217 CY) that left his heir's hair entirely
white and drove an eavesdropper insane. His son was coronated as John IV the following day.
John IV tied his royal line more closely to the elves by marrying a half-elf. He traveled the newly constructed Greatroads
and bridges of his kingdom, urging his people to prepare for a time of desolation to come, but these warnings were
poorly heeded.
In 231 JR (245 CY) the forces of evil rose again led by a mysterious figure known as Krellokk the Tangg-lord. The human-
demihuman alliance barely held the armies of the Tangg-lord back, but all but the human cities fell. The gnomish and
dwarven citadels of Rock Haven and Loamburrow were conquered by goblins and orcs; Loamburrow was renamed Uriah
Kazar and Rock Haven was called Neang Kazar by its conquerers. The Tangg-lord pushed patiently northward for five
years, and in Brewfest of 236 JR (250 CY) he began a siege of the Empyrean capital. Though both sides displayed great
magical power, the walls of Empyrea (created according to the eccentric plans of John II) held fast for three years.
In the summer of 240 JR (254 CY) a mighty storm blew from the south. At midnight there was a massive roar and a flash
of light, and the city of Empyrea vanished from the face of the Oerth, leaving a great swamp in its place. With the capital
gone, the hordes of Krellokk overran the region; only the city of Northending held fast, obeying as it did the very strict
instructions of Prince Harl the Strong, brother of John IV.
The forces of evil weakened over the next century as the factions under Krellokk's nominal control began to turn on
themselves. The humans and demihumans slowly gained back some of their numbers and managed to win back a
balance between Good and Evil after a few decisive battles. The Greatroads and fortresses built by John II and John III
suffered over the decades, degenerating into overgrown paths and empty shells, but ruined towns were rebuilt and new
towns built as well. The towns never reunited under a king, and for a time there was no organization among those of
good bent outside of Northending.
In 524 JR (510 CY) the forces of evil began to rebuild as a flight of vengeful dragons turned into an extortion scheme.
Three green dragons, who had come to a town to avenge the capture of a young blue dragon, allied themselves with
lawful evil humans and nonhumans, threatening nearby towns with destruction unless tribute was paid. Soon the evil
powers, making Garythane their new capital, had captured the nearby town of Fairway (presumedly the town formerly
known as Fair Passage) and all lands west of the Ruling River. In response, the Council of Northending allied itself with
various neutral organizations and the towns of Endril, Newford, Hillbrook and Nimbortan, forming the realm called New
Empyrea.
The "present day" in which the R-series and Egg of the Phoenix supermodule are set is 565 JR (551 CY). At this time, the
forces of Evil under the command of the Tangg-lord are poised to strike again, having rediscovered some of their old
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magics. This time they plan on using subtlety rather than overt battles to seize control of the region. Firstly, he intends to
corrupt the minds and allegiances of humanity. Secondly he intends to gain control of the artifact known as the Egg of
the Phoenix.
The existence of Fire-land (also written as Fireland) has been confirmed in the last century, though public mention of it
is limited, it is of little interest to most traders due to its remote location and unfriendly reputation. The Thillonrian
barbarians, however, accept its existence as casually as we do the existence of Admundfort Island across the Nyr Dyv,
and they occasionally send out longships to trade goods and news with their fellows across the Solnor Ocean.
In 565 CY, the explorer Korund of Ratik sailed with a number of barbarian friends to Fire-land, returning with a crude
map made with respectable instruments and a bit of magic. From this, the Savant-Sage and others have concluded that
Fire-land is a collection of islands. No single island is great enough to be a continent, though the largest might be the
largest island on Oerth. The whole surface area of Fire-land would likely cover less than one million square miles. Sages
would so like to have a more accurate and recent assessment!
AHMUT’S LEGION: Three hundred years ago, the nomad warlord Ahmut terrorized Ravilla before an assassin’s knife put
him in an unmarked grave. This dread warrior was reanimated by the spear of the God of War, and he now leads an
undead army in a mad quest for vengeance. He has the aid of a forbidden death cult, whose powerful necromantic
magic helps keep his army in the field.
DRAZEN’S HORDE: The savage humanoids of the Southlands were never a real threat until the hobgoblin commander
Drazen forged the orcs, goblins, ogres, and hobgoblins into a cohesive army. They crossed the Blasted Desert in an epic
march and attacked with complete surprise. With Stratis’s axe in his hand, Drazen is all but unstoppable.
THE PEOPLE’S STATE OF MORDENGARD: Just over one hundred years ago, the dwarves of Mordengard toppled their
Tyrant King and established a worker’s state. Now the People’s Legion has taken to the field to fight for the freedom of
the dwarves. With skill, bravery, and ingenious elemental weapons, the dwarves safeguard their revolution.
NARESH: Jangir, a gnoll priest with demonic blood in his veins, has united the gnolls under the banner of his abyssal
patron Yeenoghu. Now gnoll and demon march in step, as Jangir spreads chaos and terror for the glory of his god. If
Jangir succeeds in reopening the Abyssal Gateways in the heart of Ravilla, his demon horde would sweep away all
opposition.
THE EMPIRE OF RAVILLA: This elven state used to rule the whole region, but now it is an empire in name only. Ravilla lost
most of its land in a long series of disastrous wars. Now the city-dwelling gray elves and their wood elf allies have been
driven back to their original borders. They are engaged in a life-or-death struggle with not only the forces of evil but also
the crusading humans of Thalos.
THALOS: Thalos was founded by human tribes fleeing from the advancing armies of Ravilla. The current queen, Almira
XXI, declared a holy crusade that fired up the Thalish people. She aims to conquer the ancient lands of the human tribes,
lost so long ago. Her armies, led by paladins and assisted by gnome engineers, have enjoyed great success in their initial
campaigns.
History:
Godwar
It began with good intentions.
Imagine a world without war. A perfect realm where all beings are free to grow and develop without having to fight
against their neighbors. Imagine you see a way to make this dream a reality.Would you risk your life to end war? Your
soul?
Even as he died, the God of War knew how to place his weapons. Stratis’s axe dropped among the savage tribes of the
southern lands and was seized by a hobgoblin chieftain named Drazen. Stratis’s spear plunged to the forgotten grave of
an ancient human warlord, Ahmut, who rose screaming for vengeance and the death of all living things. Stratis’s flail
came by the hands of a child to the half-fiend gnoll Jangir.
But the real danger lies not in the weapons that fell into evil hands—it’s the power promised by Stratis’s undiscovered
artifacts. It is commonly believed that anyone who can assemble enough of Stratis’s divine panoply and blend it with his
or her own supernatural power will become the next God of War.
The dead god’s promise of war unfettered has come true. It is now the fifth year of the Godwar. The only thing
preventing universal apocalypse is the supernatural chaos left in the wake of Stratis’s fall. This turmoil hinders armies of
thousands from mustering, much less marching against enemies. Common soldiers no longer remember orders without
their commanders’ constant presence; they lose themselves to the frenzy of war instead of its efficient execution.
Decisive warfare is now possible only with bands of elite combatants who can maintain their focus and cohesion. These
same small bands spearhead the search for Stratis’s scattered panoply.
Stratis’s curse has left some room for hope. Unfortunately, it is the hope that one’s own people will sponsor the next
God of War. Every kingdom and tribe fears the consequences should its enemies win. And no one can afford to trust the
good intentions of those who, under other circumstances, might be friends. Because we know where good intentions
have taken us…
It ends in war.
Ravilla knows what is best for the world. The equation is simple, despite what other races and nations like to believe.
What is best is that the Abyssal Gateways remain closed. Each gateway is locked and buried deep in the heart of a gray
elf city. The cities have grown into great (and sometimes) urbane metropolises, but at heart, each exists only as
containment for a portal to the unspeakable horrors of the Abyss.
One thousand years ago, Corellon Larethian charged the elves of what is now Ravilla to defend the Abyssal Gateways, to
keep them from opening and their evil from consuming the world. The elves followed their deity’s orders by ensuring
that no enemies, or potential enemies, could grow strong enough to challenge Ravilla and smash a path to open a portal.
For hundreds of years, the hegemony of the elves’ Dragon Empire was a necessary burden, a duty imposed by Corellon’s
sacred trust. That was the theory, in any case. In practice, the distinction grew fuzzy between guarding the Abyssal
Gateways and playing the game of empires for its own sake. The “Empire” was governed by a Grand Council of Oligarchs
who maintained the Empty Throne for Corellon Larethian, against the day when he would return to commend them for
their sacred dedication. Many Oligarchs exercised power for its own sake rather than as a necessary evil. There is
scarcely a people, tribe, or nation that has not been invaded, betrayed, or dominated at some point by the Dragon
Empire or its current Ravillan heirs.
Consequently, the new potentials of the Godwar come as a major threat to the people of Ravilla. The Dragon Empire is
long broken, limping along as a collection of gray elf citystates, wood elf strongholds, and draconic allies. The Oligarchs
still rule, and the Abyssal Gateways remain closed, but even the good-aligned nations of Thalos and Mordengard have
With so many enemies, it is a wonder that Ravilla endures. At this moment in the Godwar, the reasons for its survival are
two. First, the chaotic conditions make full-scale invasions and sieges difficult: The elven cities endure constant
harassment and raids, but no death blows. Second, there is more power in Ravilla than the Oligarchs themselves realize.
A young elf named Tarquin, son of an ancient and illustrious family, possesses Stratis’s sword. Tarquin’s plans are not
known, and he has not yet revealed his full power. But in the streets, in the academies, among the Oathbands of the
forest, there are whispers that what the ancient Dragon Empire needs is a true emperor at last.
Despite the fact that they have won several engagements in the war, the elves have only recently gotten off the back
leg. After the youth with the sword of Stratis was crowned Emperor after the death of the previous one 4 years ago, he
shifted the focus of the war, splitting Ravilla’s army into grey and wood elf forces. Calling upon rarely seen grey elven
druids, he created pacts with the seelie courts, bringing the fey into the war. Dryads, satyrs and treants join forces with
the wood elves, while sylphs, nymphs and pixies would march on the grey elven front. He also made overtures of peace
to humans not aligned with Thalos in the wake of the Free States disaster, and it is met with no small amount of
enthusiasm. New Govis became a buffer state for Ravilla, just as it did all those years ago, although now humans are
seen as full (although certainly not equal) members of the empire in an attempt to avoid the mistakes of the past.
Before the Demon war, the elves were split into two main groups. The wood elves as their name suggests, lived in the
primeval forests of the interior. While the gray elves lived in remote mountain cities. There was little communication
between the branches of the elven race, but the Demon war changed everything.
Without warning enormous portals opened up in the depths of the forest. Armies of demons direct from the abyss
poured into western Oerik. The wood elves were caught by surprise, thousands died. Wildfires raged out of control,
destroying the heart of the forest and the wood elves homesteads with it.
Aid was slow in coming, and the wood elves were on the brink of annihilation. At this hour, the wood elf hero Peramil
mounted his giant eagle and flew through the blackened sky to reach the mountain homes of the gray elves. He fought
off winged demons and vicious harpies along the way, but no evil could slow him. Peramil reached the gray elf city of
Ventia and told his kin of the holocaust consuming the wood elf homeland. The gray elves acted quickly. Within the
hour, powerful wizards were flying above the battlefields, reconnoitering the enemy positions. Elite strike teams were
dispatched to distract the demons while the gray elves mustered their army for war. Soon a hundred thousand elves
were marching from the mountains to engage the demonic armies. Bahamut the platinum dragon led his metallic
dragons into the fray, and together the allies saved the wood elves from destruction. To show their gratitude, the wood
elves swore a great oath, binding them to their kin for the duration of the conflict. Throughout the long war that
followed, wood elf units served with the gray elf army. They became known as Oathbands, and the demons learned to
fear their guerrilla tactics and deadly accuracy with the long bow.
An Elven Nation After the Demon War, Corellon Larethian tasked the gray elves with guarding the Abyssal Gateways. The
elves sealed up their mountain cities and hid them from the world with magic spells and wards. They built new cities
around the portals. Should they ever prove lax in their duties, the gray elves will pay a heavy price. What was left of the
wood elves returned to their forest homes after the war. Due to the destructiveness of the conflict, only a small part of
the forest remained. They made a formal agreement with the gray elves to ensure their own protection. The wood elf
lands would become part of the new elven nation, but gray elf control would end at the borders of the forest. The wood
elves also agreed to provide Oathbands for service with the gray elf army in times of war. The City States At first the gray
elf cities were fairly autonomous. The city-states that emerged had many forms of government, with a Grand Council
that addressed issues of import to all the elven lands. This state of affairs lasted for nearly five hundred years, during
which time human tribes and dwarven clans spread into Western Oerik. In the year 499, the Abyssal Gateway in the city
of Xanos opened, and demons flooded out once again. The attack was contained quickly and bloodily, but the
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complacency of the previous centuries had been shattered. Everyone wanted answers and the Grand Council had none
to give. To address the concerns of the common citizen, the Grand Council tasked a small group of wizards with the
investigation of the Xanos Incident. In 505 the wizards reported their findings. It was their opinion that the gate’s
activation was due to the abnormally large number of sorcerers in Xanos. In a stunning declaration, the wizards claimed
that the secret and previously unknown root of sorcerous power was the Abyss. The scientific method of wizardry was
thus the only safe way to practice arcane magic. Sorcerers across the city-states protested vehemently. They argued that
it was the blood of dragons that gave them their power, not the influence of demons. The Grand Council was looking for
a scapegoat, however, and the wizards had given them one. To protect the elven people, the Grand Council turned from
an advisory body to a ruling one. The city-states were now to become parts of a greater whole. The gray elf citizens,
frightened by the taste of war they had received, wholeheartedly approved of the Grand Council’s action. From City-
States to Empire The Grand Council’s next move was to enact an official ban on sorcery. Its practice was specifically
linked to demonology and its practitioners were declared a danger to elven security. Over the ensuing five years,
sorcerers in the city-states were hunted by specialized teams of mage hunters. They were forced to renounce their
sorcerous ways or go into exile. Many left and never returned.
The most successful mage hunter was an elf named Trigorian. He unearthed a cabal of sorcerous cultists, and their
public trial made Trigorian a hero. When the sorcerers of Ravilla had been dealt with, the ambitious Trigorian turned to
politics, and in 513 he was elected to the Grand Council. He immediately agitated for a wider effort against sorcery. He
argued persuasively that city-states could not be kept safe if sorcerers were allowed to run wild beyond their borders.
The council tripled the size of the army, while Trigorian urged the citizens to war. Hostilities commenced in 515. Gray elf
armies swept south and east for the next twenty years, aided by Oathbands of their wood elf kin. They overran a myriad
of petty kingdoms and drove humans and dwarves before them. By the time the campaign had run its course, the elves
controlled all of Western Oerik north of the Blasted Desert with two exceptions: the dwarven kingdom and the new
human nation of Thalos. The dwarves were not a sorcerous people, so costly assaults on their mountain strongholds
were considered unnecessary. The island nation of Thalos was assaulted in 550, but the inspirational leadership of their
Queen Almira helped the humans defeat the veteran elven legions. Although Trigorian agitated for a renewed attack,
none would back him. The elven people were tired of war. Thus the elven city-states became an empire. The official year
of this event is 525, when the city-states unified permanently as the Empire of Ravilla. The members of the Grand
Council became known as the Oligarchs and their power was vast. They presided over the zenith of Ravillan
achievement, the Elven Peace of 552-698. Everything Falls Apart The Empire of Ravilla could not last.
The Demon War opened gateways from the Abyss into western Oerik, through which swarmed hordes of fiendish troops
alongside minotaurs and gnolls.When the gray elves defeated the Abyssal forces, sealing the portals, the surviving gnolls
scattered into the mountains. There they nursed their wounds, and their grudges.
Yeenoghu, demonic patron of the gnolls, still nurtures red dreams of power. Fiends yet mingle with his children, whose
numbers have grown again in their remote mountains. And forty years ago, a mighty demon fathered Jangir with a gnoll
woman. The half-fiend rose to become high priest of Yeenoghu—and now he wields the flail of Stratis. Jangir, self-styled
Priest-King of Naresh, sees two paths to victory. The first is to win the game the rest of the factions are playing: Collect
more of Stratis’s divine panoply and attain the power of the god. The second is uniquely available to Jangir: Achieve
Yeenoghu’s favor by opening the Abyssal Gateways within the elven lands once more and letting chaos loose upon the
world in a full-scale demonic invasion.
Since Stratis’s flail came to him as a gift, brought by a gnoll child who had seen it fall from the sky, Jangir thinks of
himself as chosen by the gods. He was already an exceptional warrior and commander who led his followers against the
elves of the former Dragon Empire. Victory comes naturally to him. Now all the gnolls and most of the demons follow his
banner and that of his deadly patron. Some other warlords possess Stratis’s weapons, which makes them troublesome,
but Jangir expects to acquire more of the dead god’s panoply—if not as gifts from commanders, then as personal spoils
of war.
Invading Ravilla directly has been a thornier problem. Jangir’s demonic allies are ferocious but undisciplined. Instead of
massing to attack Ravilla’s weak spots, they tend to prefer the short-term satisfaction of hunting individual elves and
slaying them messily. So for now, Jangir follows the first strategy, attempting to increase his personal power until he can
guide masses of demons as effortlessly as he motivates tribes of gnolls.
Rebirth
The days after the Demon War were dark ones for the gnolls. Yeenoghu and Baphomet became enemies, each blaming
the other for their defeat. As if fleeing from vengeful elves was not enough, the gnolls also found themselves in constant
skirmishes with their minotaur allies. Crossing the mountains with few supplies and no native guides only added to their
misery. As a result, many of the gnolls perished before they ever reached safety beyond the mountains. The gnolls
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arrived in a lawless region well away from civilization. Yet even with reduced numbers, the veteran gnoll warriors were
able to claim a section of the forest as a new base. Once established, they sent out rangers to survey the area. They
discovered that several humanoid warlords were operating in the wild and that a strong nation rumored to be ruled by
dragons dominated the south. The gnoll tribes, having little to offer anyone but their battle experience, began to hire
themselves out as mercenaries to the various warlords. They quickly established a reputation for bloodthirstiness and
ruthless efficiency. Once a warlord became completely dependent on gnoll troops, he would be overthrown and his
lands added to that of the tribes. Every year, gnoll numbers and territory grew, and they dubbed their new land Naresh,
meaning “far home” in their native tongue. The gnolls showed little interest in Western Oerik, and it is unlikely they
would have turned their attention that way if not for the minotaurs. The servants of Baphomet had settled deep under
the mountains, away from both elves and gnolls. When the demon lord deemed the time right, he unleashed his
minotaur bands against Naresh. Baphomet, it seemed, continued to nurse a grudge against Yeenoghu, and he wanted
his rival’s worshippers to suffer. A vicious war ensued. Surprised at this onslaught from an unexpected quarter, the
gnolls initially gave ground. Under the skillful leadership of their rangers, however, the gnolls “ceded” more territory to
the minotaurs and lured them deep into the forest. This was the invaders’ undoing. Being masters of irregular warfare,
the gnolls began whittling away at the minotaur forces with traps and ambushes. Eventually, the sheer number of gnolls
began to take its toll on their attackers, and they pushed the minotaurs back into the mountains.
The Return
With their enemies retreat, the gnoll tribal chiefs were in favor of declaring victory and ending the war. The priests of
Yeenoghu, however, insisted on a counter invasion of minotaur territory. They claimed that their demon prince
demanded vengeance, and faced with the word of Yeenoghu, the chiefs had little choice but to acquiesce. The war raged
on. This time, the minotaurs had the advantage of fighting on their home turf. The gnolls fought through endless
underground labyrinths, and while they were ultimately victorious, the price they paid was terrible. Another period of
rebuilding followed, and the gnoll tribes once again regained their strength. With the former minotaur territory now
under their control, the gnolls found themselves, almost by accident, near Ravilla. As time passed, gnoll rangers reported
that the eastern defenses of Ravilla were eroding. The elves had never faced invasion from the mountains, and
convinced that an attack from this direction would never come, they had grown lax. In light of these reports, the priests
of Yeenoghu once again demanded action—here was an opportunity to take vengeance on an ancient foe. Spurred on
by the priests and aided by demons, a coalition of gnoll tribes attacked Ravilla’s eastern defenses. With ease, they
rushed through the elven lines and then pushed on out of the mountains. Here, they met their match. In a series of
bloody battles, the elves and their centaur allies stopped the gnolls and established a new border for Ravilla.
Nevertheless, the elves were in shock—the gnolls, gone for so long, had returned with a vengeance.
Jangir’s Rise
Knowing that if the gnolls ever succeeded in breaking open the Abyssal Gateways at the heart of the gray elf cities all
would be lost, the elves expected the worst. After their stinging defeat in the forest however, the gnoll tribes began
squabbling. Some wanted to attack again, others wanted merely to enjoy the spoils they had already won. Lacking a
strong leader, the gnolls ultimately mounted no major campaigns for over a hundred years. Some forty years ago, a
powerful demon fathered a son with a gnoll woman. This boy was called Jangir, and from a young age he proved a
mighty warrior. He joined the priesthood of Yeenoghu and quickly rose through its ranks. With strength, charisma, and
the power of demonic blood, Jangir dominated the priests of Yeenoghu and became high priest by the age of thirty.
When Stratis was slain, Jangir had already decided to take the tibes to war. Several weeks after the death of Stratis, a
gnoll child came to the temple with a gift for Jangir. It was the flail of the slain god, which had fallen from the sky after
the final battle. Here was an undeniable portent. With the flail in hand and Yeenoghu’s blessing, Jangir was unstoppable.
He united the gnoll tribes under his own leadership and declared himself Priest-King of Naresh. Now Jangir and the
gnolls march to war with summoned demons at their side. If the Priest-King has his way, the Abyssal Gateways will be
torn asunder, and Yeenoghu’s legions will once again terrorize Western Oerik. The elves ask and grant no quarter. They
know they are one step away from annihilation.
Three hundred years ago … The Third Oligarch of the Empire of Ravilla contemplated his scrying pool. “The nomad
appears to have won again.Our warriors think themselves above mere humans. ‘Horseeaters,’ they call them. But this
Ahmut may yet reach the cities.”
“That cannot be allowed to occur,” said the Second Oligarch from her couch. “Should one city fall, the Gateways might
open. The Abyss? Let us avoid that path.”
“Agreed,” said the Third Oligarch. “I think another bid at assassination is in order.”
“The last failed.Why should this be different?”
“This time I will send Prisca.”
“Oh,” said the Second Oligarch. She considered. “It will be painful, then.”
“She will make it permanent. And unpleasant.”
“Then I declare quorum. Make it so.”
The elven assassin succeeded. Ahmut fell, slain by a magic blade. No magic could recapture his spirit. Despairing of
raising their commander, and not wishing to leave his body for the elven armies that closed in upon them, Ahmut’s
remaining lieutenants buried him in an unmarked grave.
Now Ahmut learned what it meant to be an enemy of Ravilla. His spirit was trapped within his corpse in a fragment of
the assassin’s blade, fully conscious but incapable of occupying his decaying flesh or of moving on to other planes. He
was sane for the first twenty years.
Nearly three centuries later, Stratis’s spear plunged from the sky to pierce the earth and what was left of Ahmut’s
ribcage. Three centuries of hate fueled the magic that brought Ahmut surging from the earth. In Ravilla half the children
woke at that moment, screaming.
Through his unnatural condition and the power of the spear, Ahmut maintains extraordinary control of the undead. He
has usurped command of the cult of Nerull known as the Red Scythes, demanding their worship as the Death God’s
emissary.
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Every battle increases the power of Ahmut’s undead legions. If their supreme commander paid his full attention to the
Godwar, the rest of the Sundered Empire might fall within two years. But Ahmut’s concentration is not perfect. He is
content to spend a day grafting new limbs to a prisoner’s body and then ordering those limbs to mutilate and kill their
new owner. The priests and assassins of the Red Scythe are left to prosecute the Godwar to the best of their abilities,
sometimes even daring to keep artifacts for themselves instead of turning them over to their dread lord.
In truth, Ahmut pursues this war out of a simple desire to slay every living soul that does not worship him. Unlike other
Godwar combatants, he is not troubled by the thought that some rival might seize Stratis’s power first. Ahmut feels he
already has enough power to slay the world. The longer the others fight among themselves, the closer his victory
becomes. Life is short; death drags on and on.
DRAZEN’S HORDE
On a high plateau in the blasted lands of the south, twenty-nine hobgoblin warlords answered mighty Drazen’s call for a
parley to discuss confederation. They brought their bodyguards, their shamans, and enough of their warriors to feel
secure. The first night they pounded each other’s chests in greeting, drank, and diced. On the second night, an hour
before the treaty talk, life changed. The falling star flamed out of the darkness and blew the Snakehold Tribe’s
encampment into sparks and dust.
A good place for a star to fall, thought Drazen, looking at the smoking crater where his chief rival’s tent had been. Too
good for luck, they’ll think. He was right. Snakehold survivors, scattered among the milling warriors of the thirty tribes,
yelled that Drazen was to blame, that he had called them to this spot to betray them all.
The other warlords spotted the axe moments later. Crying in voices ripped by bloodlust and desire, they threw
themselves down the crater walls. They flailed at each other with their swords and screamed as they stumbled into still-
molten rock. Drazen drew his sword and chose his route. “Mordek,” he hissed to his finest shaman, “ward me. Fire. All
you have. Then get away from here.” Mordek cast the spell and scrambled away. Drazen sprinted around the crater
along the path he had marked, veering right at the last moment to throw himself into a knot of adepts casting spells
indiscriminately at the warlords fighting below.
The first adept saw death in Drazen’s sword and blasted him with fire. The fire rolled off Drazen’s ward. The adept’s
head rolled into darkness. The warlord spoke. “The axe is mine. Follow me down and fight for me, and you will serve me
as champions. Fight against me and die now.”
One by one the adepts pounded their foreheads in assent. They followed Drazen as he cut through the melee, charging
and tumbling over the molten rock that boiled other warlords’ flesh inside their armor. Drazen took hold of the axe. His
roar shook the plateau. He spoke no words, but all understood: “You are MINE!”
Drazen’s gifts of strength, tactical insight, and force of personality have been supercharged by the power of Stratis’s axe.
Other hobgoblin warlords measure success by how many orcs, ogres, and savage beasts they can kill. Drazen has
overpowered these chaotic rivals of the hobgoblin peoples and forged the whole alliance into a mighty kingdom. Out of
the grim lands of the south, across the Blazing Desert, they cut into the soft belly of the Sundered Empire like an axe
swung by ten thousand thousand hands.
“The motion has been moved and seconded. Shall the Republic enter the great conflict, colloquially known as the
Godwar, and prevent the other combatants from raising one of their own as the new God of War? Brewers, you have the
first vote.”
The representative of the Brewers’ Guild took his feet at the round table. “Aye.What needs to be done.”
“Crafters?” asked the scribe serving as moderator of the meeting of the Workers’ Council. “Aye.”
“Engineers?” “Aye, though we have reservations, as these three days of debate have indicated. I will not repeat them
now. But yes, we vote for war.” And so on, through the various guilds: farmers, miners, priests, scholars, soldiers,
wizards, and artists. Only the Soldiers’ Guild representative voted against the motion, to everyone’s surprise. “The
Soldiers’ Guild votes nay. No, no, hold yourself together there. We of the guild are in favor of this war, and we advanced
arguments in support of it. We wish only to make one thing clear: We will win, but in winning, we do not wish to raise
one of our own to be a god. The power that was Stratis’s can be gathered and controlled, but then the Workers’ Council
as a whole must decide what to do with it. Not the soldiers who happen to achieve the victory. It is not a matter for a . . .
battlefield promotion. The Comrade-General agrees with me on this, I believe.” He nodded to a grizzled, one-eyed dwarf
in plate at the back of the room, the soldier named Baruk who led the People’s Legion that term. “We will win the war,
but we will not let victory cost us our revolution. Long live the Republic!”
And so the People’s Republic of Mordengard went to war. A century ago, the dwarves of Mordengard overthrew a
tyrant king. Most of the nobility was slain along with him, thrown down by a revolution from below, a final attack by the
aggrieved masses. Instead of setting up a new king, the dwarves have invented something new: a republic of the people,
by the people, and for the good of the people. Every citizen of Mordengard belongs to a guild, and the Workers’ Council
are elected every five years from the guild rolls. Members of every guild serve in the People’s Legion, though most of the
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commanders are from the Soldiers’ Guild. Traditional dwarven virtues of duty, perseverance, toughness, pride of craft,
and bashing in orcs’ skulls have survived the transformation of the government. In fact, Mordengard is stronger than
ever as the new soldiers, commanders, and heroes of the people strive to show that they are every bit as capable as the
nobles who used to lead by virtue of their blood. Allies from the Elemental Planes add to the Republic’s confidence, as
do elemental weapons crafted by the artificers of the Crafters’ and Engineers’ Guilds. “An elf started this war,” say the
people of Mordengard, “but we will end it.”
THALOS
Queen Almira I founded the island nation of Thalos to unify human tribes fleeing from the advance of Ravilla’s
armies.When Almira I was an old woman, the elven empire sent a fleet to take back the slaves that had sought to escape
its control. In five days of combat, the Thalish defenders took a heavy toll on the superior elven navy, then repulsed the
invasion, fighting hand to hand and spell to spell on the beaches. Thalos has never forgotten the Battle of the Bloody
Tide, the moment of their ultimate liberation from elven domination. An elf slew Stratis, who was the son of Stern Alia
the Shield Mother, the goddess whose countenance peers out from every Thalos shield and ornament. Now Queen
Almira XXI has chosen to meet violence with violence. Popular mythology in Thalos has built up a cult of heroism,
starting with Almira I. Thalish soldiers think of themselves as bands of heroes fighting the good fight. The presence of
aasimars and even celestials amid their ranks reinforces this idea, as does the organization of their warbands. Thalos
does not favor homogeneous assemblies of troops, but rather groups of specialists. Joining Almira XXI and her paladins’
crusade are gnome engineers, the automatons they create, and an established school of sorcery whose power rivals the
wizardry of Ravilla. Each member in a warband has a role, and by combining their specialized abilities they become
stronger. Though most Thalish warriors would not appreciate the comparison, the composition of their warbands recalls
the party of mortal heroes who slew Stratis and touched off the Godwar in the first place. Thalos could try to stay out of
the Godwar. It might be able to remain isolated, hoping that the eventual victor would have other islands to fry. But
Queen Almira XXI is a paladin of action as well as a woman of ideals. Since she and her subjects are all the Shield
Mother’s children, Almira XXI knows that one day, the people of Thalos will replace the child that the Shield Mother lost
with another she can recognize as her own.