myWorld

Much is lost about the World, even its true name. And even what is known might not be the truth, but let me tell you what I know of the world or better the worlds which I call "Anyria"...

a long time ago when I was a litte boy, just like you I wondered... what lies behind the Blue Mountain, what dwelfs in the Forest of Throns, where does the Ice stream flow... I swore to myself that one day I would go and find out. Well, that day came sooner than I expected. My village got raided and I lost everything to the fire, but that is another story for another day. Where was I, a yes Anyria the shattered jewel. Shattered you ask, yes shattered because Anyria is broken in endless pieces thrown in all directions. By the Gods, the Demons, the Tarnir or whom ever, who knows.  So lets begin, I was around 12 Summer old at the point, where I had to leave my village, behind my there was fire, blood, hate and sorrow. I paused at the end of the village and thought a moment about the direction I should take. The tales told by the old and wise villagers were all bad and terrifiyng. I decided to got to the blue mountains, I always loved the look of them and I thought it might be an impressive look from the top... well, I never reached the top.  I wandered through the land and even had some luck with some trapmaking and some fresh water. Life on the road was not that bad at all. Then at the sixth day i fealt it, a buzzing in my head growing stronger and stronger with each mile i walked, until I had a real headache. I decided to take a nap, clearly I was not used to this kind of endeavour