In the decades since the Eldritch War, the Seasons Calendar has become the communal way to mark the days, no matter the race or origin of those that call the world of Isekai their home.
Centuries before even the Divine Races of Isekai would set foot upon the land, the gods found themselves divided by their tenets, choosing to fall in line with those others that shared their thoughts.
The large Kingdoms of Isekai agreed upon a standard trade for the value of metals. This allowed each area to mint their own coins with images and historical icons but still have them be useful during trade during travels to far off lands.
Adamantite is a precious commodity, one that the Dwarves hold more dear than anything else that comes from the mines of the world.
Deep in the stout forest of the Little Greenwood, a golden hue lights the darkness, glowing with an ethereal light as the sweet scent drips through the air thick like honey.
The deep harmonies of mining songs ring through the tavern like the peel of a hammer on an anvil. The rough words of Dwarvish merge and bring forth the vision of the deep mines of the Great Furnaces.
Bones is a game of the Minotaur Culture, one they see as more of an art of honor than just a simple gambling game. The outcomes are so deeply ingrained in their sense of honor that losing or leaving a game can bring great shame.
As clear as day, the name of this book finds her, the Book of Exalted Deeds. A book that holds the truth of the Pantheons of Isekai and their secrets, but it also holds great power that can be bestowed upon those that are devout enough in their faith.
The most well-known band of thrives in the Little Greenwood, the Butternut Bandits were an odd bunch, only stealing the profits of the forest, but never taking of gold or other valuables. They preferred their bounties in terms of fruit and nectar.
A development of the Unending Scroll in their search for artificial creations to make specific cloth, the Cerebellum, along with its siblings, would become one of the most important disability technologies that exists on the Northern Continent.
Blood drips from two small puncture wounds as an Elf makes his way through the forest. His mouth begins to water as he thinks of the flavor of venison, warm from the fire and cooked to perfection.
A hollow chirping echoes through the darkened trees as the sun finally sinks below the horizon. The sounds come in waves, reaching through the forest and burying the sounds of other insects with its deep, hollow sound.
Nearly one million years ago, the world of Isekai was found by the gods, ready to shape and mold into the world that they wanted it to be. It was a world like no other, one filled with lush flora and deep valleys and lakes.
For the fair folk that live beneath the boughs of the Elven Forest , amongst the peaks of the Spine of Kallex , or bathed in the sun of the open edges of the forest, there is no miracle like that of a child.
On the edge of a bustling dock in the Little Greenwood, a gilded building marked simply with the letters "OZ" rises from the landscape, its golden color shimmering in the sun.
Vines climb the ruined walls of what was once an Orc war camp, a remnant of their tirade through the Spine of Kallex during the Eldritch War. This is one of many of such camps, abandoned as the Orcs learned the true potential of the Barbarians.
Known as Legacy, a crown that signifies the ruling power of the Nightbreeze Family, has been the crown jewel of the Human Empire for centuries, a relic of days far behind the horrors of the Eldritch War.
But the legend of the White Tatanka is not as simple as it seems. For one young man found the fabled beast, but his decisions and greed dictated his path, far away from the prosperity the Tatanka was leading him to.
Brilliant flames of purple, blue, orange, and pink scatter across a battlefield, alighting the faces of the opposing armies in flickering shades. A quick word, barked in the delicate cadence of Elvish, alights another shimmering ball of flame.
A three-note trill echoes through a lofty cavern, signaling the all clear from down a newly dug mine shaft. The Dwarves moved forward slowly, setting the supports and lights as they went, preparing a new section for their voracious digging.
The Noble Crypt Keepers of the Human Empire are revered nearly as much as they are reviled. Taking the position is a vow of silence, unable to speak of those that rest in the catacombs and their treasures, but it is also a vow of training.
Bustling stalls of Elves and pigs line the streets of Oyaluna, the deep woodsy smells of their wares permeating the air and drawing people from across the Northern Continent to the banks of the Gweyr and the edge of the Elven Forest.
Mist scatters across the ground, moving in the winding patterns of a great serpent, leading to a cavernous room, far larger than any found in this area of the Underdark.
The title Pommel is not nearly as grand as many like to think. It is nothing more than a title on paper, used for official Dagger Guild purposes, as many who hold it would rather not take such an obscure title upon themselves.
Deep within the forest, voices do not sound. Silence rings throughout the Timbers of the Furnace, blanketing everything, creating the atmosphere that gave this place the name of the lonely forest.
Even those that claim to be veterans of the sea fear the Teeth and give reverence and a wide berth to the skeletons of once beautiful and mighty ships.
Tucked away in the corner of a recently built room, glowing in hues of yellow and orange cast by the ornate stained glass window on the opposite wall, rests an odd object.
A one-shot using the D&D 5e system to introduce players to the world of Isekai.
The Book of Exalted Deeds was simple to explain, but the weapon would require its own tale. The weapon was known as Timebreaker, the signature weapon of the Paladin of Dreadfall.
One of the few mountaineers that climbed in the Spine of Kallex, and one of even fewer still that did the dangerous climbs alone, Traenas Elrel was a mountaineer and geographer, using his climbs and conquests as opportunities to map the world.
In the case of the Mousefolk, the conflict known as the War of the Giant Camellia is more of a beginning than an erasure.
Once nothing more than a lost child of the coldest winter on record in the Northern Outposts, she now spends her days by the roaring fire in the study of the Ylmaris Citadel, her favorite foods on hand if she so desires.
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