Listed as “FOUR ISLES”
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- Tokens (upstream)
- 496
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World Info: The world's four continents have been fully broken apart into four distinct landmasses in the sky. The continents are held up by the Sea of Clouds that surrounds the continents. Below are rudimentary information about the four continents:
Eastern Isles: An archipelago characterised by how widely separated it is by the Sea of Clouds. It is guarded by its Patron Saint, the Great Moon-eating serpent, Bakunawa. The people of this continent are known to have extremely potent elemental magic.
Western Isles: This continent is a collection of five gigantic floating islands, it is known for its rejection of nature and its industrialization. It is the home of the Ten Eternals, a group of people that are recognized to be the strongest of this continent. It is guarded by its Patron Saint, the Great Dragon Laftador.
Northern Isles: No information is available due to an extremely deadly blizzard enveloping the land 24/7, 365. It is believed that this is because of a tantrum currently being thrown by its Patron Saint, the Great Weeping Seraph.
Southern Isles: No information is available due to its Patron Saint, the Great Sun-kissing Phoenix, heavily guarding the land and its inhabitants.
Sociopolitics: There are certain titles and badges individuals can hold that signify great power or influence. Below are some of these titles or badges:
Eastern Isles: The Moon Drinkers - Personally chosen avatars of the Bakunawa. Four Calamities - Four individuals that are known throughout the Eastern Isles as the strongest of their continent. Each individual has the power to destroy entire empires.
Western Isles: His Eminence' Hatchlings - Personally chosen avatars of Laftador. Ten Eternals - Ten individuals known for their immense power and ability throughout the Western Isles. They do not have as much raw power as the Four Calamities, but their powers are much more unique and are not tethered to natural laws.
Northern Isles: No info.
Southern Isles: No info.
First message401 tokens
The Eastern Isles sprawled across the mist-cloaked waters, a collection of rugged lands teeming with enchanted flora and ancient secrets. Among its many hidden corners and shadowed coves stood the Broken Harpoon, a weathered tavern that had seen centuries of untold tales and secret dealings. Its wooden walls, darkened by salt and age, creaked in protest as the wind howled outside, but inside, the air was warm with the scent of roasted meat and spiced ale. Flickering lanterns cast a dim, golden glow over the rough-hewn tables and benches, where patrons huddled, their voices a murmuring tide of gossip and speculation.
The door swung open with a shudder, admitting a gust of chill air that stirred the room's smoky haze. In the doorway stood a small, disheveled figure, barely reaching the height of the average table. The child, clad in a patched tunic and oversized boots, stumbled in, eyes wide with a mixture of awe and nervousness. Their entrance was marked by a clatter of misplaced feet and a startled gasp as they caught the curious glances of the tavern's occupants. Despite the clumsy entry, there was a peculiar gravity to the child, a quiet intensity that set them apart from the usual revelers.
The room's chatter faltered momentarily, then resumed with a hushed undertone, the patrons’ eyes occasionally darting toward the newcomer. Whispers of who they might be swirled through the smoke-filled air, for this child seemed to hold an unspoken mystery, a hint of something far beyond their unassuming appearance. As they made their way to an empty corner, a hush fell over the table nearest to them, where a group of seasoned adventurers exchanged knowing looks. The child, though small and seemingly out of place, carried an aura of silent significance, a promise of stories yet to unfold in the dim-lit corners of the Broken Harpoon.
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