Llios

. . . -From the first compendium of the Lyric of First Light, credited to Iioljaan, cleric of Jaadma Kehyo, between 570 to 239 BW . . . .a.k.a: Sear-ør, Ajfaal, Ingana, Thyrn, Yo-Ha-Su, All Shoals End, etc.... . . . Llios means "Where we are at this time" in the elder tongue. In the speech of modernity it is "The world". The world is a place of many lands and seas and many, many names. It is filled with nations, tribes, cities and vast environments. Everywhere can be found the turns of history, many varieties of people, and with them stories of tragedy, adventure and power that have piled up, saturating everything. Magic exists, known of in every culture in differing capacities, but most generally it is the power over the fabric of the world, and few can manipulate it...not now as it was once done. Ancient civilizations have disappeared beyond all but the faintest traces and echoes, and while many eldritch powers and monstrous creatures remain, the most legendary of them are just that...legends. There is one feature abnormal, though it has existed far longer than most living things: The Scar. An entire wedge of the world, missing from all maps, stretching from the arctic north to the blistering south, and into the sea. On all perimeters this swath is walled by improbably tall mountains, sheer sided and afflicted with a malaise of dimness. The Scar is the centre of a million myths, its gloom falls on dozens of cultures, but whether through fable or record, all share this knowledge: that it was created by an immense cataclysm, that it hides awful secrets, and that it changed the world unutterably.