Imagine a world fill will fantasy. Now twist it with a lovecraftian touch and a bit of bad philosophies. You obtain the world of Emna (Kon'jil'oooo in old tongue). Magic is the heart of this world. Created on an old carcass of an unimaginable being bound and cursed to be living but without mind. Cast into a crystal throne at the top of the world. Garded by a legion of backward being lead by kidnapped nobility. The isle of The Black Sea gate. South from there the main continent, Lergon he continent of sand. A vast desert where no one live the north and but all come from the south. 7 nation living on the same continent tend to leave scared onto it. The feared Morjeun the whip and sword of nations. Longue-Vue the prosperous. Aesmo the wise. Grandol the big. Dacens the free. Omur the conqueror. Horeg the wealth of nation.