Nuun

Nuun is made up of 4 major continents. The Northern lands are frigid and desolate, though not abandoned. Many live along the southern coast where the weathers are more bearable, but still very cold. Mainly comprised of fishing villages and small hamlets, most seek out different lands before they reach old age. Though the living is tough, there is still value here in it's massive supply of iron.   Most live in the West where the weather is more temperate, if a bit boring. Sprawling cities litter the land where different factions squabble over territories. The people here live simple lives, and most are farmers or crafstmen. Grain grows easy, and people grow old. The land is said to have lost it's spark and few magic creatures have survived here, rooted out by industry.   The Southern lands are quite the opposite. Tribal and wild, the jungles are ruled by fairy tales and folk lore. Villages are scattered throughout, but trade networks are rare, the thick growth makes it nearly impossible for them to be established. The people of the land make their living either off the land or by guiding tradesmen hunting for rare magical materials.   The fourth continent is shrouded in mystery, as no one is said to have visited in over a millennia. Legends of massive creatures conflict with talk of barren wastelands, both just as likely to be superstition.   At the center of everything, floats the Nexus. A mass of floating cities that act as a hub for the three populated continents. Here, the Armada, which oversaw construction of the Nexus, acts as rule of law. Construction eastward has been completely halted and a mass of ships constantly patrol for anyone looking to slip through to the eastern continent.   You came here at an interesting time, to the center of all things. The world stands at the precipice, ready to hurl itself into madness and destruction. The Armada wields it's authority like a warhammer, carelessly. The Northeners have threatened to stop importing their iron if they can't work out a better deal with the Armada. The Westerners encroach on the rest of us like parasites of the mundane; reckless with their love of industry and sudden lack of resources. The Southerners would rather we didn't exist at all. I can't help but feel we're ready to take the plunge any day now.