A crossroad of the worlds,
A land of people.
They hunt, build, ruin, wage wars,
They are different from the other races.
They are creative like gods,
But they are mortal,
And their mortality is the reason they want to be remembered after
They are gone.
People are passionate, smart and proud.
They interact with the nature,
They humanize the landscape.
People fish in long rivers and in transparent lakes.
They play games and write scrolls.
Magic is not within them,
But around them.
People are complicated but simple,
They fall into tribes that fight each other,
And they keep discovering new places on the map.
