Viris Kilne

This shit is fuckin crazy bro, like I'm talkin three continents, a magical gulf enveloped in fog, zombie plagues that haunt the land of forgotten civilizations and shit. You got Warforged, like, where do these dudes come from they're super rare and shit? Minotaurs r also up in this bitch cuz like why not lol. Oh also there's these Astral Babies that came from the fuckin dream-realm or some shit and u know they be psychic and shit homie. N-E-way yo we got them human broskiis tryna conquer all the shit they find, while putting up with a grand council comprised of all the commonest races: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Halflings, and Gnomes. All of which behave pretty much par to expectation yo.

All these homies come from the East Continent and shit, but the discovery of that little place south of that, Xenowhatever, we got introduced to some wacky dudes like Minotaurs, Dragonborn, Lizardfolk, Orcs, and Kenku. Now most of these ninjas all get along in society, save for those Orcs whom'st possess like inherent "evilness" attributes and them lizardudes who r just beefy autistic swampsters anyway. Now, once this cavalcade of mofos stumbled upon that WEST place, they discovered a long-buried race of Warforged machine-peeps who have mostly all forgotten their original purposes upon being woked tha fuk up by some mysterious ancient defense system.

Now, the interestin little thing bout the WEST place is that *the dam thang'z purrdy big y'all*. So now u got all these little podunk misfit races who never rly fit in nowheres like Tieflings, Half-Orcs, Half-Elves, and other fuckin abominable freakz o nature putting all their chips on immigrating to this new crazee-glue WEST place so they can finally has they own cheezburger ya feel me? But life aint peachiz and cream in Nowheresville, homie. We got monsterz 'n shit out tha @ss, ruthless cults and hyper-godly fascists, AND some kinda ancient plague that straight up turns homies into undead skellebros wen they kick the bucket. You gotta deal wit all this, plus a flimsy government that don't give a fuq bout nothin but pickin up taxes and lookin good for the big-wigs out in the Homelands. Suffice it to say, mosta this place still ain't e'en been touched by sentient critters for millenia.