Dalsac

The world of Dalsac is as ancient as time itself, stretching back to its creation by the Unnerflic. The Unnerflic, the great author or this world, telling the great endless stories to an empty void. In their desire and attempt to create an audience, a companion, an equal, they brought into being the world of Dalsac. Alas The Unnerflic will never get to hear their last and greatest of stories. The Story of Dalsac.   A story that ranged from the mythic wars of faith, where the gods clashed for dominance and the wars of magics, where powerful mages attempt to bend reality to their will. Of Ancient heroes for filling prophecies, of cunning villains with the ever twisting plots and through it all simple folk attempting to live best they can.   The lands of Daslac are as varied as the people that dwell within them. To the north frozen tundra, with their imposing strongholds and the foreboding forests. To the west, feudal Kingdoms, where their rolling farmlands meets the Western Seas and all the enigmatic isles that lie beyond the horizon. To south, the numerous city states and multiple leagues of merchants, mercenaries, rogues, thieves and cutthroats, where the never ending political intrigue can turn the fortitudes of a man in mere moments. And finally to the east, across the vast central steppe of the roving hordes of bandits and worse, lies mysterious ancient empires of dragons and angels where the myth becomes reality.   But what cares the common folk of the wider world? What do they care for the heroes of ancient times, of kings and queens from far off lands? They are nothing but a tall tale, a tall tales best suited for a tavern.