World's Roof

Location: All of the land that falls north of the Fore Mountains, as well as the southern stretch of land known as the Taiga Fells makes up the total body of the World’s Roof. The World’s Roof is covered by lush deciduous forests for a time after the Fore Mountains, but as one travels further north this falls away to reveal harsh tundra landscapes that terminate in the barrens ice fields that mark the edge of the Sea of Frozen Thunder.

History: Legends long forgotten from the mind of the world speak of how the World’s Roof was not only the birth place of the Ruesk race, but of how it was a verdant Eden of life who’s like has yet to ever again been seen anywhere else. Though the exact origins of the Ruesk are even more lost than those that speak of how the World’s Roof came to be, it is known that they stood over their dominion as uncontested kings. Possessing skills in the workings of stone, metal and magic that bordered on the realm of divinity, the Ruesk constructed massive kingdoms that stood as pillars of civilization amongst the untamed wilds that had birthed them. No task seemed too great for them to accomplish and as their majestic reign aged, it seemed that they would hold the world in the palm of their knowing hand.

But all of their potential was cut short one cold summer’s eve. Just as plans for expanding further south into the Krayn continent were being deliberated, a brilliant explosion of light illuminated the night’s sky, turning the dark evening into brightest day. A foreign body from the nebulous reaches beyond the world had penetrated through the dome of the heavens as the Ruesk understood it, its mass casting a blinding radiance as it burned up in the planet’s atmosphere. Made entirely out of ice, the mountain sized object collided into the upper bounds of the continent, casting ice and dust in all directions. Oddly though, the damage was not initially as devastating as it should have been, being more like a large scale explosion than an extinction level event. Such a thing would have been preferable, if only the powerful race, with their nose now bloodied, understood the meaning behind their incredible “luck”.

The neverending shadows of space are home to things as vast, cold, uncaring, cruel and beyond mortal reckoning as the primordial darkness. It had no name, not one as the Ruesk understood, but it had malign purpose and intent so great that its own kind had long ago exiled it in a prison made of the frozen tears of the countless millions of lesser creatures it had killed before its capture. Robbed of a form after countless eons of seclusion, all that was left in that celestial object that had collided with Tenomeda was a will suffused with rage, hatred, bitterness and the coldness of deep space. Reaching out, the presence touched the world and irrevocably changed everything.

What happened next is unknown, the legends and records that survive confusing and contradictory to one another. A war was waged against the bitter Star God, this is known, and the raising of the Fore Mountains from the virgin earth was done to allow those unable to fight to escape from the horrors of the entity. Ultimately, the conflict came to a conclusion, but the winner of the war is a topic for pure speculation. Did the Ruesk succeed at excising the shade of the Deep One or did they shatter beneath its frigid rage? And if they failed, why is the world still safe and not permanently buried under the howling wintry call of a castrated deity?

Regardless of the truth, the World’s Roof was formed into the primal cold wild land it still is today. No longer does any civilization call claim to the cold kingdoms that cut straight to the bone, at least not civilization that is greater than a large township. All that remains in the World’s Roof are primitive races fighting amongst each other under the shadows of the buried ruins of the Ruesk of Elder Times. Tribes of barbaric Virum, savage Kalburn and puissant Rantoj struggle against one another just as they do against the frigid and unrelenting weather and the vicious and deadly beasts that share their icy home where the light of progress may never shine.

Political Structure: There is no organized structure to speak of in the World’s Roof. Tribal communities are the most common forms of government found in the barren tundra; otherwise independent communities can be found not too far from entrance points to this part of the continent, trying to make a life in an unforgiving land that may just be their last chance at even the concept of “normality”.

Currency: The World’s Roof uses no universal currency and those from the more civilized parts of the world hold much less value than the goods and services that are paramount to survival in the wilds.



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World's Roof

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