Thorvarr Steppes
A land of endless horizons, where grasslands roll beneath skies vast and unbroken, the Thorvaar Steppes are a place of motion—where wind, hoof, and warbands carve shifting trails across the land. This is a realm of restless spirits and hardened survivalists, where the past lingers in the bones of ruined settlements and the future is written by those who endure.
Conflict and commerce walk hand in hand here. The steppe is a place of tribes and raiders, wandering warriors and desperate exiles, each staking their claim in the endless stretch of wild terrain. Yet even among the chaos, a fragile balance holds. At its heart, Thrakaal rises like a scar of stone, a city of survival, where trade and pragmatism forge an uneasy peace among warring powers.
The land itself is a challenge—fierce winds sweep across the plains, summers are dry and unforgiving, and winters cut with a cruel edge. Here, strength is not measured in kingdoms or crowns but in the ability to endure, adapt, and strike when the moment is right.
War and hardship have left their mark—ghosts of old settlements stand as silent reminders of past empires, their remnants repurposed by those who now live on the edge of ruin and resurgence. Riders and warriors roam, some seeking glory, others mere survival, all shaped by the relentless, untamed rhythm of the steppes.
To outsiders, the Thorvaar Steppes may seem like a lawless expanse, a no-man’s land between mightier realms. But to those who call it home, the steppe is a proving ground—a place where the strong ride free, where power is taken, and where the horizon is both a promise and a warning.
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