Namira

Namira is a land torn asunder by magic. The land used to be all one continent, much like this realm's Pangaea. On the eastern coast you had the Dwarves. Thriving in their mountain homes and creating vast tunnel networks between their cities. In the middle of the continent the humans dwelled. Their central position gave made them rich. Not through mining or craftsmanship, but through business. It's central nature made their lands a natural market place between all the nations. On the East coast, the Elves made their Empire. Creating goods that rivaled the Dwarven craftsmen and often surpassed it in beauty and elegance. For a time this arrangement of nations thrived in harmony and drew other races to live among the main three.

It was a nice clear day, as all days that are the start of a disaster usually are, when the Rupture happened. The ground fractured and split, earthquakes and volcanoes ruptured. Massive flooding and devestation. The world had been sundered apart. The aftermath was horrific. The continent had now become two. Some human settlements and cities were sunk to the bottom of the ocean. What cities, if you could call them that anymore, remained on the surface were utterly destroyed. The elves and dwarves, clueless as to the circumstances of the disaster rushed to the aid of the humans. They found mutated monsters and beasts. Survivors were few and far between. The fabric of reality in some places had been torn and portals to other dimensions were opened. It took over 100 years to seal the portals and the monsters were never fully dealt with. The kingdom is now only known as The Forsaken Realm and few people venture there. Both the dwarves and elves view items brought from the area are magically radioactive and sometimes have a mind of their own. As such, all things human are banned