Calcaria
In the year 568 after the Empire of Arran
Calcaria is a world of time and life, of music and peace, and of war and strife. It has survived the arrogance of the Elves, the draining of its magic, and the constant threat of other-worldly beings hailing from the void. By the will of Danu alone does this precious jewel at the heart of the Aurbis survive. But despite the dangers, there is also opportunity to be had; Adventurers and grave robbers, knights and rogues; all travel Calcaria's dense forests, scorched deserts and damp caverns in search of lost treasure. Calcaria's history is long, and many things of note have been lost throughout the ages. Whether its Elven weapons, ancient artifacts or the simple allure of gold, all of it can be found in the deep and forgotten places of its landscape.
In the universe of Calcaria the divine is real, a tangible force that controls the fates of all. Those that turn a blind eye to the gods only reap harm upon themselves, as the ancient Elves learned for themselves before being stripped of their immortality. Magic is another source of power, though the divine and magic often go hand in hand. During the days of the Malediction, winds and storms of magic as large as continents battered the world before they were siphoned away by the Five Pillars. These pillars guarantee that the use of magic will never again be left unchecked and keep the balance in the realms. Though many a lich has tried to rein these into their control, ultimately their safeguards have not failed yet.
Since the awakening of man and the creation of other, more power-hungry species, politics and strife have played a critical role between the realms. On Albion, the continent of man, war and political games are commonplace.
Dotard! We are but playthings for the gods. Our prayers feed them, our worship sates them, and in return we are promised our demise will be postponed. So it was, and so it shall be, until the end of all things. Calcaria stands on a knife's edge, so think twice before desecrating another altar of hers.— Muldefix the Elder, scolding his apprentice who had used an altar of Luna as a fireball target.
