Centrilian

Welcome to Centrilian! While it is diverse, dangerous, chaotic, and completely foreign, it feels oddly familiar. Small fishing villages line coastal tide peaks, filled with humble working class men and women just looking to keep their family fed and dry. Aristocracy trollops through the gleaming halls and echoing corridors of towering castles and sparkling ballrooms. Common thieves and pickpockets scrape out meager livings, hustling the unaware commoner or tourist out of a handful of copper drakes. Foot soldiers clad in damaged and dented plate armor march to their untimely death, leagues in front of the Justice, fat and noble, who commands them. This is a world not unlike our own.   While Centrilian may have common bonds with the world you know, its vast and diverse cultures will also bring wonder and surprise. Frigian Squee, two headed ravens the size of a horse, dive for wild pigs in the jagged outlands near the Carpathos mountains. Deep in the trenches of the Bromlen Sea, Mortana the Sea Witch sends fiendish, tentacled monstrosities of her own creation to sink unwary vessels so that she may feast upon their fear. Arkator, chief patron of alchemy and technology, inspires one of his worshippers with a vision, an inspiration, for a blending of magic and science that will forever change the landscape of Centrilian and her inhabitants.   This wold is about choice. You may choose to live the life your father, and his father, and his father did, or you might choose adventure. You might choose to climb the social ranks of the aristocratic elite, or abandon socialite niceties for the honesty and violence of the wilderness. You might choose to follow the Patrons of Light, bringing goodness, joy, equality, and hope to those around you, or you might choose to follow the King of Smoke and his Disciples, raging war, sewing chaos, and enforcing an iron will upon the world. Or, you might choose your own path...