Terravos. A world of ancient landscapes and potent energies, where diverse peoples carve their existence amidst beauty and peril.
Here dwell races born of the world itself. The resourceful Versari drive innovation through constant adaptation. The perceptive Farseer seek understanding in the patterns of the world, guarding immense knowledge. The meticulous Morphai demonstrate mastery over form and function in their crafts. The formidable Sorcerai command raw elements [Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Lightning, Metal] as an innate birthright, their power reflected in their gaze. And in the shadows loom the Dravokh, winged and warlike, their presence a constant source of unease.
Power flows through Terravos in many currents: the elemental might wielded by the Sorcerai, and other energies harnessed through ingenuity and will by those not born to magic. These forces shape civilizations, fuel ambitions, and forge distinct ways of life.
Yet, the apparent calm is deceptive. Lingering memories of conflict breed mistrust between peoples. Pride and ambition often clash, creating a fragile peace where tensions simmer beneath polite exchanges and watchful borders. The potential for renewed strife is never far off.
And beyond the scope of everyday struggles, deeper currents stir. Whispers in forgotten lore, anomalies ignored, a sense of something vast and other, lying just beyond the veil of the known. An ancient quietness that feels less like peace and more like anticipation.
On Terravos, the world holds its breath. Change is gathering, hinting that the deepest foundations are not as stable, nor as empty, as once believed.