The mists spew forth across the backspine of the world, the numerous civilizations in their feuding and the machine wars having died down after two decades of steamy warfare it would seem that for once, the world of Sayari would be at peace.  Of course, peace is but a breather for the next disaster around the corner, and with the advancements made in recent times each disaster has only gotten deadlier.  The magical elite, however would stay seemingly unscathed despite the mass deaths in just the past 100 years alone.  Little, oh so little they know, how near the end is.

But for now, let us bask in the old order and watch them live, oblivious to the coming of the Nuvuya and the global liberation one can feel in the rising sun.

The world is vast, let me tell of some places.

The world is held together at the equator by a unimaginably vast mountain range, so vast it stretches around much of the equator sans the oceanic passages between the southern and northern hemispheres.  There really isn't much equivalent to it on earth, simply put the mountains at the equator sprawl and sprawl, connecting multiple landmasses into a collective super contenient called Titania.  One of the larger mountains, Mediadia is known to host ancient ruins of long bygone civilizations of the palefolk who dwelled in the depths.  Nowadays the mountain is home to a monster whose known simply as the Beast of Mediodia.  

To the southern most lands, south of the southern seas the Vraikan have made a living off the raiding of cultures to the lands north of their confederacy.  Recently unified kin, the Vraikan seek only plunder and have the advancements in weapon technology to do so.  Those who go trading in the southern passage, be wary.

More information shall come in time.