Næma

Naema is vast green land rich in mountains, rivers, and forests. She holds in her palm ancient magics, spirits, unwritten lore, and gentle hearted deities bent on tending to their built oasis. These gods have just recently sprouted life of all kinds throughout the countryside and are ever present to provide a helping hand. Their children are diverse and blessed with resources of all kinds. Dwarves and gnomes, humans and giants, dragonborns and loxodons, frog folk and orcs, tabaxis and avians. They are all prized children to the gods, not one favored over the other.   Because this world is so radically new there are no established governments. Kingdoms have barely risen from the ground. Different races are just beginning to mingle. Alliances have yet to be formed. Enemies have barely been made. While prejudices exist they have yet to fester into wars. The land so far has been in peace.   But darkness is beginning bubble at the service. The dwarves are becoming more and more selfish. Humans more and more intrusive. Wizards more and more experimental. Corrupted beasts are emerging from the wilds. Peace is slipping between the gods fingertips. What will ever become of their children?