Roseria, a continent known for it's size, in the center of the world of Aern, was a place of magical powers, the technology of cannons, muskets, and traditional warfare dealing with the old weapons of long swords, mail and shield, dragons, ships of sail, beautiful enchanted maidens, old crones and wizardly old men. 
However, the old lands of Roseria are not like every story. For every dragon devouring pure and lovely maidens. . . for every wizened magician and their apprentice, there is a primate with the knowledge of a man, a man with the fur, fangs and claws of a wolf, serpentine creatures that walk on two legs and even dinosaurs the size and shape of men. 
Some folk gather themselves together regardless of race or culture and attempt to live their lives in peace. Such gatherings almost never end in peace or happiness. Gathering together of the races end in death, murder and slaughter. 

Maybe the future will be different. . .