This rhythmic trance-like tribal song hits hard with drums that shake the hearts of men. The drones of the Didgeridoo and shakers of old recreates a song that is hard not to dance too.

War Dance

"They come in black and orange and bring nothing but fire and ash." 

The Knights of the Helenian Empire are the fiercest warriors in all of An-Darna, they are the backbone of the Helenian Empire's army. Often fighting on foot with sword, mace and poleaxe, they are reliable calvary men when fighting in different terrains. 

Knights of the Helanian Empire

"Terror is no word comparable to the deep dread that plagues the walkers of those woods." 

The Dread Forest is the largest forest in The Forsaken Kingdom of Eoath. Once a beautiful enchanted forest has been plagued by the souls of the demons of the Witherealm. 

The unspeakable horrors that lie within these woods make the bravest of armies cower and fear, for fleeing is the only option. To embark on a journey through the dread forest would mean the imminent demise of their lives and souls. 

For the souls of the forests victims often become servants in the Forsaken Army and hail to the king of the Witherealm. 

The trees are corrupted and dead, hanging moss that shoots a putrid poison that numbs the mind, leading its victims to be paralyzed in the mind and wonder aimlessly through its maze-like trunks and branches. 

Stay clear, for only the hero's of light could surpass the challenge of surviving such a hell on earth.

The Dread Forest

"The Kingdom of shimmering waters they call it, you keep going south until the sun becomes orange." 

The Kingdom of Philantus is situated upon two Penninsulas that dig into the Telasian Sea and the two twin cities of Kerpassini & Lozarossa are the gate keepers into the Helenian continent and Helenian Empire. 

The kingdom of Philantus hosts the best navy in the entire realm and their expertise in shipping, navigation, and trade bolsters their kingdom with great wealth and prosperity. 

Although the greatest of thieves guilds resides in the twin cities, the High King Antonzo Hermanus V of Philantus rules with a laissez faire rule, allowing much of the unsolicited activities come unnoticed to much of the higher aristocracy in the land. 

The Kingdom of Philantus have signed an Alliance with the Helenian empire, their troops & navy for full access of the Empire's resources to trade across the sea, although the profits are great for both parties, their differing cultures and way of life clash, culminating in a discomforting and shaky alliance. 

The Penninsulas of Philantus

"In the dark corners of the backstreets, keep a blade by your side, for more will be stolen then the coin purse along your chest." 

The Backstreets of Kerpassini is the epicenter of the unsolicited thieves guild operations in the entire Helenian Empire. The black markets in these dens of bandits sells all goods from the most exotic regions of the entire world. For anything can be bought and sold here, for a price of gold or blood. 

Many lords come to the blackmarkets dressed as beggars to acquire what they need - for more dwells in these streets then thieves. 

Have your wits about you for you never know who is trailing behind you, and what their purpose might be.  

Backstreets of Kerpassini

"The land of ideals and discipline, the Calmoradians are the true beholders of the olden ways." 

The Kingdom of Calmorad is located southeast of the Helenian Empire and are one of the only kingdoms that have not succumbed to the rule of the Emperor. 

Those who migrated from the mother island of Siolna trenched southward until they hit the Telasian Sea, soon creating the Kingdom of Calmorad. The people of this land hold the closest relation to their ancestral descendants since they were weary of all who did not follow in their path. 

Most of the civilians have a pale violent iris and hold the gods to the highest regards, practicing the same rituals have they had a Millennium ago. The warriors of this land are disciplined, and often create camps, forts, and extensive roadway systems throughout their land, leading to many victories against the Empire. 

Although their is a peace treaty between them and the Empire, the lands northeast of them have become a recent threat, as well as the Kingdom of Philantus taking more control over the Telasian Sea. 

The High-King of Calmorad Philistas Hamadorus I stays vigilant for the empire are on the move, and war is on the horizon of his borders.

Kingdom of Calmorad

"Let us stop along the roads of the Telasian Sea, for master craftsmen in the olden times have constructed beauty beyond comprehension." 

The Roads of the Telasian Sea go along the coast of this great body of water. Many columns and masterful artisan roads were constructed by the descendants of the Calmoradians to travel through the many fishing villages in the kingdom. 

A great journey awaits anyone to pass through these roads and lands where life prospers and the sea's breeze brushes along the weary traveler. 

Roads To The Telasian Sea

"Forged of ice and rock, the people of Kelvoch could never be conquered, for they have already defeated nature herself." 

The Lands of Kelvoch lay to the far east and roam upwards towards the icy dales of Edgefall. For most of the land is bitter cold with winds that come down from the many mountain ranges around them, the peoples of Kelvoch are harden beyond all in the continent of Helenia. 

The Kingdom of Kelvoch have defended themselves against the Helenian Empire from the defensive mountain range of The Alyunas. Their High Lord Istvanis Hydrenva is a man of war and have secured a kingdom ripe with warriors and subjects ready to lay their lives down for the good of their fatherland. 

Lands of Kelvoch

"Where sailors dwell and mead flows like water, if you wish to forget, go to the Port of Sturrgo." 

The Port town of Sturrgo is the main trading hub for the Lands of Kelvoch, they mainly trade with the Kingdom of Astaria & the tribes of Siolna. The fish markets within this port hold the best class of northern fish from walrus to whale. 

The Port Town of Sturrgo is also known for the taverns that host the many weary sailors who wish to spend their life earnings on entertainment and cold drink. The taverns are lit up with the parade of rough comradery and lutes to satisfy any patron of the pine wood establishments.

So please, step inside, let the cold out and come drink with the men of men and sailors of the northern sea, for all are welcome!

Port Town of Sturrgo

"Some say that Siolna still holds life...I have not seen it through the cylones of wind and ice in the northern sea, but shadows of ships are rumored to sail in those horizons."

The Tribes of Siolna are a small band of peoples that never left Siolna even after the land was cursed forever by the gods. Although the winds are sharp as daggers and the snow falls like hail - the true believers of the gods have stayed since their inception. 

Most if not all in the realm of An-Darna do not believe the stories of how the olden tribes still live in the arctic regions and only see these stories as mere legends. 

Siolna is surrounded by treacherous seas, the North Sea being being unforgiving in their sailors journeys, only the experienced and well equipped sailors could surpass the many cylones, storms, winds, and beasts that lurk in its very waters. 

Tribes of Siolna

"If you listen closely, you can hear the horns of peaks and the howls of the dragons above in the clouds." 

The Mountains of Edgefall is in all regards one of the last corners of the World of An-Darna. The harsh terrain and cold climates make it nearly impossible for any human to live in this area, although some hamlets are found in the woods down below on the lowest of valleys in the region. 

There are many beasts and mythical creatures that roam in these parts and often seclude themselves from the outside world. No one knows however what lies beyond those mountains, and many adventurers have attempted to explore this uncharted terrain. None have returned to tell the tale. 

The Mountains of Edge Fall

"Where the cattle roam and the nomads reign, the Great Plains of Loth is the way of the wanderer." 

The Great Plains of Loth is in the far east of the Helenian continent and spans a great deal of unconquered land. The peoples of the Plains of Loth are nomadic in nature and follow the great herds of bulls that roam free in their grassy paradise. 

The nomadic tribes have been there as long as time began, they do not mind the western kingdoms for the western kingdoms dabble in their own affairs. They are especially keen at the skill of horse archery, and wear leather hide armors from the bulls that they stalk. 

Although many nomadic tribes roam free, it is unlikely that any traveler would step in their way, as they are often friendly, they would go to war if any outsider would place one stone in their plains. 

The Great Plains of Loth

"In the days before time, a race of unknown consciousness rose from within the rock and their Arch King Loine defended the world from the threat down below, the internal Nether." 

The Tomb of Loine is located in the far southeast of the Helenian Continent, where the tallest of mountain reside. Within the tallest and thickest mountain slope lies a tomb, old and crafted by master architects, the city fortress spans hundreds of miles underground. Within this labyrinth of tunnels, caverns, and mines lies cities, and fortresses. Walls upon walls creating an everlasting layer of defense. 

The peoples that lie within the mountain were made purely of stone, they were called Greathkins and they were strong and tall in stature. Crafted by their very own kinsmen, the Greathkins were brought to life by the very crystals that lie within the caverns. Colors of purple, green, blue, and green the energy from these crystals were sparked after a great thunderbolt shot at the top of the Frothloine Mountain ridge, igniting life to emerge from down below. 

For the great power that surged through the mountain was sensed by another however. The mountain goblins known as the Dwethom marched through the caverns of the Frothloine mountains and a great war was commenced underneath the realm of An-Darna. The Dwethom were defeated and routed back to their holes, and in doing so was visited by the shadow devil known as the Infernos. 

The Dwethom were then cursed and transformed into a demon race and in their rituals of dark magic, opened the portal of the internal nether, a fiery hellscape known as Fellthulle. The armies of the internal nether now lay a forever siege under the mountain to conquer the power of the crystals from the Greathkin and lay siege to all those who oppose the cleansing. 

The Tomb of Loine

"Long ago, across the far eastern plains of Loth, laid the kingdom of Air Dearmad - from the unknown a mist had succumbed them. No one has come from those lands since."

The Mistlands of Air Dearmad used to be a great noble kingdom in the days of old, however a strange thick fog rolled from the northeast and blanketed the kingdom in a toxic mist. Casting them away from the rest of the world, no one was able to come to their aid. In 545 A.E. the great kings of the lands combined a small force of 10,000 men to investigate the lands. 

The army entered, along with many nobles and lords, but none ever returned. Years had passed and soon the stories of the ghost lands from the far east passed through every town and inn. Followers of the divinity have called upon an army to return this kingdom from its shadowy shackles and restore honor to the great eastern kingdom of Air Dearmad, but their calls fall upon deaf ears. 

For you would need 100,000 men to conquer the mistlands of Air Dearmad.

Lands of Air Dearmad

"The rain falls heavy, the palm trees flow in the harsh winds, yet the fire god Usvolg keeps us warm, keeps us strong." 

The Jungles of Usvolgna are a dense rainforest that is wild in all sense of the word. Usvolgna is the name of the continent across The Whitemist Ocean that seperates the continent of Helenia from the western part of the world. 

Close to nothing has been known of this far away land and many explorers have seen the jungles from afar but once they land are attacked by the peoples of jungle. Since the journey to Usvolgna is such a treacherous one and that the peoples of the jungle lands cannot construct boats to survive the journey to Helenia the western kingdoms keep to themselves. 

The people of the Jungles call themselves the Huthzi and they praise their own gods, seperate from the Helenian Continent. They often make sacrifices in their honor whether it be animals or people the pleasing of their demon cannot be quenched. 

Jungles of Usvolgna

"The elders say that the coast of The Kingdom of Eoath was only water, and in the time of the second Millennium, The Amber Isles appeared." 

The Amber Isles is a magical land that used to not exist in the World of An-Darna. Located west of The Forsaken Kingdom of Eoath - this mythical  island covered in a light hazy mist seemed to manifest into this realm and upon these islands are a race of elfish peoples that tend to their gardens and practice the way of the sword, incantations and magical prowess. 

This elfish race learned in their time of existing have taught themselves to speak to trees, the rivers, animals, and several plants that follow them from realm to realm. In turn some animals have learned to speak their language as well. 

Much of this island and these people is still unknown, however explorers of the Kingdoms of An-Darna actively await their sails to explore the mystical Amber Isles. 

Amber Isles

"No one can withstand the fury of the frost, for we were born in it and we will bring our hammers and axes to the gates and demand everything." 

The Warriors of the North are warriors hailed from the eastern part of the Astarian Kingdom, known as The Fairlands. These warriors congregate around Dallensrock and have become known for their martial ability and never yielding mentality on the battlefield. 

They have a strong connection to their ancestral past, the many wars that have plagued the Fairlands have resulted in only the strong surviving, and although they do not like foreigners, they often sell themselves as mercenaries across the northern lands. 

These warriors are fanatics for their gods Aire, Dallen, & Welnock. The gods of nature, craftsmanship, and warfare respectively. 

Warriors of the North

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