Strenhue

Strenhue is the land of legend. It is the home of beasts. Of man. Of the divine. It is here, from the Uduti mountains in the north to the endless salt flats of the south, that concepts of life and death were once meaningless. Here, where beasts were equals of man, and gods walked among them all as loving parents.   Strenhue is the land of infamy. It is the grave of the divine. Now man has thrown off the chains that bound them to their gods and claimed paradise for themselves. Beasts are no longer equals, but monsters driven into the shadows to wither away and die.   Strenhue is the land of war. Now man reigns supreme. From the carcasses of the gods men have raised kingdoms, laying claim over the rivers and valleys and mountains as if it were they who carved them.   In the land of the Jheti, descendants of the first to revolt against the will of the gods, ancient Argentumurbem, the hallowed fortress-city guarding the tomb of Beelabi, lies in flame. The Dalmorans continue their advance, casting greedy eyes on the kingdoms of Jhet who remain free of their influence.