Drevenor

Artist: https://www.artstation.com/arnaud_pheu   No one is quite sure where, or when, Drevenor is. An odd world, it seems to exist in its own plane. People of all shapes and sizes arrive here from places unknown. Those who have witnessed a new arrival speak of an odd, purplish tear in the earth, from which the person is vomited up in a naked, slimy ball. No one remembers where they came from, only their name. The odd collection of humanoids in this place have led to a culture of proving your worth in the world. The world has only one native Humanoid species, a race of massive, hairy humanoids known as the Zala. They live in the south of the habitable zone, occupying a large swatch of plains which seems to be barren of any of the live-giving, thermal lakes which feed and protect the City-States of Drevenor. No one is quite sure how they survive, and all attempts to scout their lands have been rebuked.   A small zone of habitable land sits in the centre of the world, perhaps six months travel from one end to the other, though habitable is a relative term. Large, open grasslands populated by a variety of horrendous monsters living in subterranean lairs make up the majority of this. Icy tundra surround this small swatch of life, held at bay by the pools of thermal water below the surface. The days are manageable, however when the sun disappears over the horizon, the winds sweep across the land, bringing with it a freezing gale.   Rumours abound of a Master of the World who controls the Zala, holding them back from destroying the City-States.   Into this world our heroes appear, spit unceremoniously through the same portals as everyone else. They, however, still have their memories. For the first time in memory, the Sky Mountain rumbles and shakes the earth....