Continent of Udrar

Welcome to what is going to be a lot of words. While I don't expect everyone to read through every page that will be here I hope that you can enjoy what I have written thus far and start getting a better understanding of what the world is like. This is going to be a constant thing I am working on, and will not be done overnight. My main focus is doing the basic information for all my current and future roleplay partners so that we can have some depth in the roleplays we are doing.

That being said, things are bound to change! It's a lot of information and sometimes I can realize a flaw in that. Along with that, this is only a base setting for whoever I am writing with. I can easily adjust things to have even entire new kingdoms, races, and or whatever added to each individual roleplay I do. Do not let this world placement stop you from ever reaching out, just think of it as a template that can be edited and moved however you feel necessary for future writing pieces.

Anywho though, as I said, I apologize if something doesn't make sense or is a bit hard to read. If you need clarification or are simply curious feel free to message me about something and I will answer with more indepthness!

The creation and beginning of Udrar were through means of divine conception and not of natural occurrence. An art piece that the olden powers designed through their visions. Minds put together to craft a land that they all, at one point or another, lived on equally among the realm's races. Each ancient shared a small responsibility in creating something; may it have been the Grim Slopes that towered over the continent with ever-watching gaze. The Evergreen Foothills hid away the secrets of the world. The open fields of The Shimmering Steps advocating unrestricted travel and freedom. To Dead Mans Grasp, the birth of open market and trade even in the most dilapidated location of the desert-save the grace of an oasis that provided hope.

Even in the desire to create the beautiful pieces of the world, the darker parts always followed closely behind. The forces that created the continent knowing well enough the importance of balance. With every beautiful creation, something dark was created to remind the races of what there was to lose. The Barren Wastelands and Dark Marsh a means to the constant reminder. Even the shadowed lands were a safe-haven for the darker races, providing a home in an otherwise unaccepting realm. The twilight of these lands hiding the undesirable safely in her grasp, dimming the grounds through a veil of destruction and waste.

For thousands of years, the old gods assisted in the growth of their children. Taking on leaders' roles, influential figures, kings, queens, and whatever else the continent needed. Some even allowed themselves a mortal life, withering away with their people, and peacefully became one with the created world. To live a tempered life, to spread their wisdom and knowledge for generations to come. Instead, living on through knowledge and actions than of godly worship. Something the ancients agreeing upon of equal importance on both sides of the strange coin.

While most ancients played among civilizations, others chose to remain the ever-vigilant, powerful forces watching over. Temples, over time, were raised to offer the prayer of good crops that year, guidance in their magical journey, strength in the tournament, or whatever god the continent's people prayed for direction from. Religions were becoming a moving force among the creatures, a constant in what may be an uncertain life. Some gods chose to actively bless specific followers, creating priests and clerics of the sort. Others existed, occasionally involving themselves with the mortals but otherwise watching with uncare. A constant reminder that involvement past blessings and occasional assistance could create an imbalance in an equal land.

The world's creation was a veil of time to what the land is now. While the continent itself remained the same, the flow of time withered away from the once ancient creators for new forces of power. Parties from older plains deciding to take homage in a unique atmosphere. The hopes of melding something of their own out of what use to be balanced. Icons of unprecedented capabilities and blessings, something for the Udrar denizens to latch onto in anticipation. New forces come and go through the power cycle, which determines what the land needs the most. Legends have it that the ancients, even with the forgoing of active influence, still watch from the sidelines, occasionally meandering among the mortal fools to play the games they had from the very beginning.

Past godly matters, Udrar, in its current time, is a bustling continent with active trade between the major cities of Everton, The Unnamed City, Windermere, Craydon, and Solaris. Udrar remains uneducated on matters outside of their continent, The Grim Slope mountains covering the northern and western approach, barren lands, and wastes the only thing past the high peaks. The Creeping Tide and Red Expanse were wrapping the continent in a watery embrace from the Southern and Eastern approaches. Though rather locked away from other civilized lands, the sailors, traders, and mages provide information as necessary. Along with information, a constant flow of foreign goods comes from Veritas and Ship's Haven ports.

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EVERTON: Everton itself was the most prominent capital city in Udrar, or otherwise known as the city of mages. The stalwart minds of The Eternal Council keeping control and leash to otherwise free mages of Udrar. The Temple of Allegiance also seeks shelter among the mage city, hoping to provide the gods' religious ideology into the stream of magical means. Penshaw, and Wolfden remain under the immediate control of Everton, along with dozens of much smaller villages that provide local resources and food to the large capital city.
(Artist: Jonathanguzi)

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THE UNNAMED CITY: The city is an unmoving dark force that slumbers in The Barren Wastelands. The leader Vexx Mallor keeps trade to a minimum, only allowing the bare necessities to enter his city monthly in exchange for rare ore found in his lands. The darker, more wicked races have either contracted themselves under Vexx Mallor for protection or have taken home among people that think similarly to themselves. Three wars have broken out in the past two hundred years with the nation of Windmere. The final battle only thirty years back causing for the Wall of Defiance to be built between the two warring capitals.
(Artist:Jan Ditlev)

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WINDMERE: Windmere itself is a magnificent city of crafters, artists, and talented minds. Tarinne Rye, the seemingly immortal leader of this fine city, most notable for its welcoming nature towards Fae and fine folk. Windmere provides unique works of art to Udrar while also holding a mighty military prowess that all nations respect equally. Windmere does not shy away from involvement in the continent's politics, quick to side with whoever they feel will prove most advantageous to their kingdom's continued prosperity. Windmere governs over Veritas, Orilon, Rivermouth with disputed control over Wolfden; Everton does not acknowledge the dispute unless active means of war are pushed towards the mage city.
(Artist: Still looking)

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CRAYDON: Craydon sits quietly in the Dark Marsh, the capital of assassins being the most prominent title. No active leader rules over the city; the only order that the kingdom having is by a guild that goes under the name of Hollowguards. The few who have actively traveled and survived the trip to Craydon described the city ruled under a cruel, tight leash. Rumors that every soul in the capital could wield a weapon skillfully and the likes not afraid to spill blood for their survival. All the same that the Dark Marsh held creatures of unspeakable ferocity, the perfect breeding ground for trained gritty fighters. Trade is open among Craydon, though the Hollowguards tax heavily and seem to survive through the black market even if they can't get fair trade. Craydon keeps its gaze over Goldcrest as a diplomatic town of importance but does not actively own or control it.
(Artist: Still looking)

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SOLARIS: Solaris, the root of all greed but all trade as well. While a king named Ashton Vossen keeps care of the world's politics, The Congregation of Trade keeps heavy control over the city's tangible heritage. What is taxed, priced, and what goes were all controlled by Solaris creating significance to the otherwise unimportant oasis town. It also offers a haven for any person, the coin unjudgemental of what you have done in other parts of the continent. Solaris itself is connected to the black market of Craydon, specifically the Congregation of Trade. If war were ever to break out, the connection piece would allow Craydon and Solaris to alliance swiftly in defense of assets. Solaris owns Easthallow, Timeston, and Holmfirth.
(Artist: Still looking)

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THE HARBORS: Veritas and Ship's Haven remain neutral among the nations, the port cities providing services to all faces and open trade to other continents. Udrar's dislike for otherworldly contact has made the port cities shunned by many of the continent's populace. The only thing keeping the two port cities from collapsing under reigning capitals is the vouching of Solaris/Windermere and the importance of free trade. Trik and Nerina Brevil are the twin sister captains of both ports. Decisive naval captains along with both being an influential political force and negotiators. The leaders continue attempting to influence the entirety of Udrar to open the barriers. The constant voices to explore new worlds and make themselves something more than they are. Solaris's backing offering their agreement to this idealogy no matter how many times it's shot down. Along with the two ports, Aysgarth also is allianced to assist in more free movement trade.
(Artist: Still looking)