Cohora

An ancient world of flourishing civilizations and dark pasts. Leftover divine punishments and gifts dot the planet in strange ways. One such is the Drift, the Moving Continent, of which no-one knows it's origin nor purpose.   Thousands of years prior, the civilization known only as "The Primordials" thrived--but as soon as they had grown, they fell, and the humans, bastardized, cursed descendants, took the reins of the world. To this day, they still pick up pieces from the Primordials they never even knew existed.   Magic is ripe, but it is dangerous, seeping through from the Void in Sigils--and yet, clever humans, industrialized it. Metallurgy, Equinox, Grav. The trinity of what has become, to the inhabitants of Cohora, a science.   But more dwells beneath the surface of what they know. Something is coming from the In-Between, and the world will be saved (or doomed) by the bet a Primordial man three-thousand years ago placed and hinged on his descendants--Sen and Fayex Veturrid.