Bellyem

Origins

The myths of Bellyem’s birth diverge like shattered mirrors, each fragment reflecting a truth both terrible and incomplete. The world, it is said, arose long before the Fleeting Times, in an age when the day was unbroken and time an indiscernible haze. In those days, the Light, a cosmic fluid, enveloped creation in its radiant embrace, holding the world within its shining heart. The doctrine of the Faith of the Holy Light tells of how shadow and night descended, devouring the life-giving rays and ushering in Death. Thus began the endless struggle between Shadow and Light, a battle that shaped the rhythm of time itself. However, the elder tales passed down by Human and Chayatiem tongues whisper a darker origin: that the Night was first, vast and unyielding, cradling all existence within its fathomless void. From that abyss, the Light was wrested, a fragile spark torn from the eternal dark, and the cycle began, its echoes still haunting the hearts of all who dwell beneath the heavens.

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Mother and Daughter

During the Fleeting Times, countless civilizations revered Bellyem as the Motherland, the cradle from which all Living things emerged. At her heart lies her daughter, Aenigma, the boundless ocean nestled within her lands, a mirror of her mother’s creative power, vast and unknowable. Together, they embody the duality of creation: Bellyem, the nurturing guardian, healer, and font of wisdom, and Aenigma, the ever-shifting tide, veiled in mystery, yet indispensable. They are both protector and creator, their bond a testament to the enduring strength and balance that birthed and sustained the world. Yet, even their union carries whispers of an origin darker than any dare to remember.

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Geography

Chrystemis

The Empire of Chrystemis, the largest ever to exist, spans from the south of the Ynopherys desert to the Vale of the Children in Erzlygion. United under the banner of a shared faith, this vast empire holds landscapes of staggering diversity. The Sympruosian coasts are kissed by relentless sun, where steep cliffs meet golden beaches and bustling port cities thrive. To the south, the scorching deserts of red sands, hiding forgotten ruins and ancient treasures. Further est, majestic mountain ranges guard fortified kingdoms, their peaks lost in the clouds. The central lands are marked by lush, fertile plains and deep forests, where vineyards spill across rolling hills, and the small stone cities remain steeped in tradition. In the nord in Mosyne and Vielasyn, where dense forests and towering mountains conceal age-old secrets, and fierce clans wage war for honor and survival. From coast to mountain, Chrystemis is a realm of contrasts, a mighty empire whose heart is both rich with history and fragile, teetering on the brink of change.

Klaes

Klaes, the north-eastern domain of Bellyem, is a land where the cold reigns mercilessly. The vast steppes stretch as far as the eye can see, dotted with dark forests and frozen lakes that whisper the secrets of the ancients. The snow, falling in merciless curtains, covers the land in a white shroud, barely disturbed by the fleeting traces of the solitary creatures that inhabit these lands. The Klaes peoples, with their tangled roots, live in stone fortresses, building their homes to withstand the storms. Their existence is a constant struggle against implacable nature, but also against more insidious enemies. The sky, rarely clear, seems to watch over this desolate kingdom, where winter never completely dissipates.

Tyrinthius

Tyrinthius is a land scarred by the echoes of ancient battles, where thick jungles and winding rivers conceal the remnants of fierce conflicts between humans and Chayatiem. The landscape is dotted with crumbling stone ruins, half-swallowed by relentless vines, and forgotten battlefields where the blood of both races once soaked the earth. Today, the land is divided into four states, each with its own rule, yet bound by a fragile peace where humans and Chayatiem share equal rights. Though the wars have ended, the weight of history lingers in the air, and beneath the surface, old resentments still simmer, as if the past is never truly buried in the soil of Tyrinthius.

Nausicaus

Nausicaus is a land of untamed beauty, where vast plains stretch inland, guarded by towering coastal cliffs that rise like ancient sentinels to ward off attacks from the sea. Beyond the cliffs, plains of tall grass and giant sequoia forests, while winding rivers shimmer with hidden life and danger. This is the realm of the Nausilythe, an anthropomorphic race of birds whose vibrant plumage and sharp eyes echo their pride and resilience. Once masters of the skies, they now fiercely defend their homeland, wary of outsiders. Among them dwell Chayatiem escapees, former slaves who have found refuge in the shadows of Nausicaus’s cliffs and trees. Though tensions simmer between the proud Nausilythe and these desperate newcomers, both share the unyielding spirit of a land that has defied invaders and endured the test of time.

Leonidas

Leonidas, the untamed lands at the far reaches of Aenigma’s ocean, is a realm cloaked in primal majesty and foreboding mystery. Its vast expanse stretches across searing savannahs of golden grass, punctuated by jagged plateaus that pierce the sky like ancient sentinels. In the lowlands, rivers carve through crimson earth, winding toward steaming marshlands where the air is heavy with the breath of decay and rebirth. This wild domain is ruled by the Leoharix, an anthropomorphic race of feline warriors whose eyes burn with predatory cunning.

Hiatus

Hiatus is a grim and forsaken kingdom where nature reigns supreme, its power unchallenged and its grip unyielding. The Bay of Hiatus is a place of dread, where fishermen dare not venture, bound by superstition and whispered tales of ships lost to the depths, swallowed by the very waters that seem to hunger for those who trespass. To the folk of Nyovylum and Voyda, the Deserted Tundra and the looming volcano Zoavyndorth are lands best left untouched, for the fear of ancient forces that stir beneath the frost and ash is too great to ignore. And in the heart of Hiatus lies its forest, a place where none who enter return, its shadowed depths are said to claim the souls of the unwary, as if the woods themselves hunger for their passing. It is a realm where life and death are intertwined, and the land's secrets remain locked away in the dark, untouched by those who still live in fear.

Bellyem

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In the heart of the lands of Bellyem lies a mother ocean, Aenigma, with which the Living have a strong and precious bond. However, at the very edge of the worlds, lies an expanse shrouded in eternal mist, a place where no soul dares to wander...

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The Reign of the Cieux

Jealous of the Light’s radiance, the Shadow birthed a legion of demons, the Vorabyssiem, to extinguish the Living and spread Death across the world. As the Shadow and its infernal host consumed the land, devouring all in their path, the Light gathered its remaining strength, forging its essence into a burning Sun. This divine manifestation drove the Vorabyssiem into the abyss, but not without cost. The heavens were scarred in the battle, marked eternally with the Vaults of the Celestial Realm , fractures that bleed starlight into the night.
Once every millennium, the skies shift in hue, a grim reminder to the Living: the Vorabyssiem will return, summoned by the Shadow to complete their dreadful purpose. The world watches the changing heavens in silent dread, knowing that when the scars bleed anew, the balance may be shattered forever.

Beyond the lands

Beyond the lands of Bellyem, at the very edge of the worlds, lies an expanse shrouded in eternal mist, a place where no soul dares to wander. The ground is a sickly, pale white, viscous to the touch, as though the earth itself bleeds in silence. Beneath its surface, faint, translucent veins pulse with an weird fluid, stretching endlessly beneath the barren, empty expanse. It is not the threat of creatures that haunts the mind here, but the sheer, overwhelming emptiness. No trees, no stones, no animals, only the suffocating stretch of nothingness that surrounds you, a vast and lifeless shroud. The silence presses in like a weight upon the soul, as though this place itself is waiting, watching, and in its absence of life, it speaks a terrifying truth: there is nothing, and there never was. It is the void, the end of all things, and in that desolation, fear takes root.

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