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Sub-boards: Elves of Llewellyn, Vampires of Drausia, Werewolves of Fenrir, The Midlands

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Sub-boards: The Adminstration Room, The Request Board, Character Lists

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Set high on a hill overlooking the Sea of Meditation is the Drausia Castle, built of dark black stone and encircled by a crown of rising towers. This dark catsle is home to The Vampire Queen and her most loyal subjects. The lights of the vampire court flicker in the stained glass windows througout the night, during the day the windows stand empty and darkened like the sunken eyes of a skull staring out across the land of Drausia. The castle can only be reached by a long curvy cobblestoned path, lined with wild throned bushes of the queen's favorite flowers: night blooming jasmine. Many years ago, during the Voncour reign, the castle was made of white marble and flowers of many bright colors lined the road. Some hope and dream to see those colors again, but it has been years since those brighter times and thoughts of darkness and doubt have set in...

In the center of Drausia is Venatio Square, which is always bustling with activity whether you're visiting allies or looking for something tasty to eat. The Temple of Voncour is behind a wrought-iron fence in a much scarier, by appearance alone, district of the village. The Voncour Temple is a safe haven for the civilized members of the Vampire brethren who still dream of the olden days when peace was not so hard to find. Also, if you’re looking for a small, clean and overpriced place to spend your evening then Naga’s Tavern is for you. The occasional human visitor searching for a mystical liquid known to give the drinker the secrets of Drausia are often spotted by the local children who will offer their guidance through a safer part of the village. It is more likely that the innocent but cold hands that are guiding you will lead you into the awaiting arms of a vampire in search of an easy meal. Visitors to the Venatio Square will do wise to think twice before accepting the assistance of a cold inhuman stranger...

Sub-boards: The Temple of Voncour, Naga's Tavern

Deep beneath the earth. Here it is cool, dark and safe, as it should be. The earth is the mother of all the creatures that wander above the below its many surfaces, even the ones that exist beyond the realm of the blessed human existence are her children. Dug deep into the ground there is a mazelike series of tunnels and vaults for the keeping of her dead daughters and sons…or rather for her living dead daughters and sons. Here the vampires of Drausia have lain until they are born again into a new world all their own. Vampires that remember the times before their species could walk beyond the tomb still live in the secret chambers and halls, while many other such rooms and caverns remain empty and unoccupied until their masters occasionally return with a new family member to bury and then welcome into the population of Drausia.

Long ago in the times of the Ancient, when language was at the beginning of its life, the Sun and the Moon had a relationship so intimate and pure that even the Gods were jealous. As time went on, the world soon began to change and the land’s demand for the Sun’s warm smile and the Moon’s chilling kiss grew so much that the lovers began to see less and less of one another. Soon their loneliness caused them to weep for their lost love showering the world in their tears. Some of the tears nourished the land, which created vast greenery that thrived in the Sun’s light and slept in the Moon’s night. The rest of the tears fell in to apertures forming rivers and oceans that raced and nestled throughout the land. One spot gathered so much that it formed a massive lake. On this lake, the Sun and the Moon often leave each other a message of devotion and admiration. And now, centuries later the waters of Selüne Lake are eternally beautiful and never darken or freezes under even the harshest of winters.

We are never so helplessly unhappy as when we lose love.

On the boarders of Selüne Lake, lies a quaint building crafted from the smooth gray stones from the sparkling water’s shore. Patrons from near, far, and those new to the land find comfort within these tavern walls. Laughter and chatter fill the air, while plates and mugs are always full as long as the coin is good. Downstairs, chairs and tables fill the room with a massive hearth on the far wall opposite of the bar. Upstairs, several rooms are located where all weary travelers can rest up for where ever their journey lies. Mainly Elves pay the taverns elderly hosts a visit, a few times other races are seen within its walls, though most do whatever business they came for and take their leave. Elves don’t take kindly to outsiders, especially ones with ill intentions.

Surrounded by vast hills of green almost tall enough to be considered mountains, lies a beautiful village with cobble stone streets and walkways. The Carnesîr River flows across separating the village in to an upper and lower section. The northern part of the village is home to the upper-class and often noble descendants, who have a taste for the finer things in life. Their homes are a bit more luxurious, but still embedded with the natural simplicity of nature. The southern part of the village is home to those not as fortunate to have plenty of coin to spare. Thanks to the generosity and care of the royal De Lac family, these citizens are not without a luxury or two of their own.

Sub-board: Carnesîr River

While many wolves, young and impetuous, run wild in their lupine forms day and night there are those elder wolves who form familial packs and seek refuge in the immense caves deep in the mountains of Fenrir. The ancestral lord of the werewolves holds court in the glimmer of firelight inside the largest arch of stone gaping into the base of his mountain. The caves of Tyr are always guarded by pacing human men and woman with wild animal eyes or the sleeping forms of large wolves. At night fires come alive and burn bright as those werewolves that take on their human form gather close in the safety of their home to plot and plan rebellion or a hunting skirmish while the wolves take off into the night to feast. The empty caves that are cold and unoccupied stand like the empty lidless sockets of a skull staring at the night with sad longing or glaring at the shining light of day with envious jealousy.

Sub-board: Radulf's Hall

Mountains are great edifices of stone that stand against the ravages of the wind, rain and time. The granite and stone groan and crack under their own weight. The landslides of rock, that have occurred as the mountains broke off the stone that couldn’t hold itself in place anymore, have left behind wide and deep plains of stones in all shapes, sizes and colors. Shale litters the ground along with razor sharp rounds and boulders of granite that glitter in any light that catches them in it’s beams, but with one misstep the seemingly harmless rock can slice open a soft human foot or padded paw. The mounds of rock and dust act like stairways up the sides of the mountains or like deadly slides that could carry away an unsuspecting climber into the abyss or ricocheting into the rivers and hidden lakes that have formed from the ice and snow of a thousand winters melting down along the stone towards the earth from the glistening icy crown of the mountain.

Spread out in patches and swirls across the mountain land of Fenrir, the wolf hills resemble the jagged marks of giant claws making groves across the landscape in the form of raised hills and valleys. The dark color of the thick grass resembles the moss which covers the damp stones and boulders that dot the hills. The skies over Faol Mhòr are often grey with gathered storm clouds that have been carved up and weakened by the mountains peaks above them. Here is where the wild flowers grow and the soft rain often falls. The hunting is scarce here but many wolves roam the hills in search of the mysteries said to be hiding in the mists that blanket the ground just before the dawn. Some say that the ghosts of lost wolves still howl in the hills, making them echo with their sad songs of loneliness and despair.

Sub-board: Amsvartnir Plateau

The magical kingdoms of Magnum Terra all have their own borders and lines of distinction which were once protected by magical walls. The walls sometimes resembled stone and in other places they were just an invisible resistance that pushed you away and kept you from penetrating into the unseen world beyond. Over the years the magic weakened and people begin to cross through into the very center of their world which was a small and bare piece of land waiting to be cultivated. Soon enough a great marketplace, a miniature city made up of all the peoples of Magnum Terra selling their wares peacefully, was brought to life. Here the lights never go out and activity moves through the marketplace day and night. A natural order is maintained and conflict is almost none existent, the people of Magnum Terra convene in peace here to conduct trade.

Sub-board: The Court of Miracles

Not all humans are driven by peace and tranquility to do great works, many are filled with darkness and a desire to do great works of villainy and evil. Tucked away in a small valley there is a place which is said to be the home of all the thieves and vagabonds of this world. A wild intemperate place, the Valley of Knaves is filled with ragged houses and fortresses that rise and fall over the ages due to abandonment or attack from rival bands of scoundrels. Many clans of rapscallions also hide out in the marble caves that line the sheer cliff edges of the valley. It is said that you can find the secret valley only by following a map held by the revered King of Thieves who resides in his or her Court of Miracles in the Wall Marketplace. Stories also tell of a great black tower that sits at the highest end of the valley watching over the miscreants below...

Sub-board: The Black Tower

On one of the many roads that connect K’eth Burgh, the wild lands and Wall Marketplace stands an imposing structure. The lure of nymphet creatures, whose voices sing like siren song on the air, draws you in across a bridge that spans a protective moat. Mist and steam drift across the luscious grounds and from within the palace where deep springs of hot and cold water are kept. In the building’s central courtyard fruit trees and blossom bushes fill the air with exotic scents. The red tiled roof and white stucco walls and columns are simple enough, but the building’s many levels and turreted towers make it seem almost like a castle or temple built to the many pleasures of the world. Within the Red Orchid are places for people and creatures of every kind to come and relax in inviting bathes and tranquil parlors of peace and calm. Inside the private rooms live the maidens of the bathhouse who are trained to service your every need in what ever fashion you desire. The Red Orchid is seen by many as a sinful place, but to those that know its secrets it is a paradise.

Surrounded by fields of golden grass and waves of purple heather, the village of Lyngvi is a haven for the human and sometimes magical beings that dwell here. It sits on the border of the Laeding Forest and Fenrir Mountains. Their looming shadows and the haunting way the mountains reflects back the soft gleam of moonlight as the piercing howls of wild wolves sing in the distant the night has been the secret nightmare of all the villagers of Lyngvi. Countless young men and women have disappeared under a full moon to never return again. Many villagers like to ignore the obvious and think that these young people have just run away to find a different, better life away from working their farmland and raising children. Those few people that know and believe the truth behind why these young people have disappeared, keep their young ones close after nightfall and never let them stray too close to the dark forests and jagged rocks of the mountains. However the wolf mountains will always take their sacrifices and the village will always be haunted by the cry of a wolf in the night.