Narendaire

A world divided by a temporal anomaly, within the eye of this time storm the people call their world Sedana...

Sedana, a realm of stagnant peace.

  In a country home, a family gathers around a polished mirror mounted in a large cabinet. The teenaged daughter approaches the cabinet and adjusts a series of dials, and the mirror changes to show a group of adventurers fighting a strange monstrosity. The family watches with rapt attention as the fight is interspersed with interviews with the adventurers, letting them voice their thoughts on the battle from a safe place. When the battle is over, the focus shifts to another group of warriors in a far off land who are trying to solve an ancient riddle. As the family watches on, many groups of brave souls attempt to conquer challenges upon challenges, never knowing which challenge might prove too much and spell their doom...

Research of magic has led to a highly developed world...

  Above the tide ravaged seas a vessel slowly floating on the breeze, drifting dangerously close to an enormous wall of mottled wine-dark clouds. The crew stares out to the wall of violently churning energy that surrounds the region known as Sedana, a nervous murmur filling the deck of the airship. This barrier has been present since long before civilization began recording history. It is said that if you enter the wall of cloud known as the temporal maelstrom you will be cast into the churning river of time and your vessel will be splintered...

None in Sedana know what lay beyond their lands...

A hunter ventures deep into the woods seeking prey. As she reaches her hiding spot, she whispers to the air, "spirits of beasts and the woods, allow me to take from you this day, that my family and I might eat." She waits for a response, but none comes to her. She lifts her bow, and knocks an arrow, closing her eyes and whispering once more, "faithful spirits of my arrows and bow, guide my arrows to my prey, that they might die quickly and painlessly." She as she opens her eyes, a mighty buck appears in her vision and seems to look directly at her. She hesitates, and as she does, the buck vanishes into the mist, swept away like a dream in the night. Taking this as a sign that she will not find prey today, she stands and turns around, ready to head home dejected when she spots a large tree laden with fruit, and an abandoned basket at its base. Had it always been there? Perhaps the spirits are showing kindness today after all...