Erythica

The Mother's Loom gave birth to the grand tapestry of Erythica over millennia of weaving. Thread after silken thread harvested from the Matriarch herself was bound together according to her whims, granting refuge, challenge and succour to all those who would roam across it. Or so the most common cosmic creation myth goes anyway. Each nation, race and tribe has a different idea of how the world was created but all tales point to a commonality. The threads of magic.   To all but a special few, Erythica is what you make of it. From the lush plains of Kyritosh to the towering Dwarvish citadels of Uruk'hrmyne, their day to day lives are ruled by survival, enjoyment and commerce in that order. Though nations wage war on another for reasons beyond the kin of their men at arms, the horizon for most continues to be one of peace that you could find amongst any fine fable's realm. To those that are able to manifest the Matriarch's blessing however, through common blood, an otherworldly bond or through sheer dumb luck, a separate plane awaits. A plane of tangled webs, infinite possibilities and even more catastrophes. Each nation has their own method of policing these beings, but all answer to the Vigilant, a council of elder mages beholden to none but the will of the Loom itself. They stand ready to intercept those that would do Erythica's delicate balance harm, lest another 'Prynter Wastes' incident come to pass.