A world born from the viscera of a dead god, full of horror from both the cosmos— and mankind.
We are all stronger united. One cannot hope to do the work of many, and many cannot hope to do that same work separated.— A forgotten Tichan
A country plagued by an ever-expanding cursed forest. Home of the Tollouchi, and great artisans.
A temporary home, which has lasted generations.
One of the largest nations within Qet. An extremely wealthy, powerful land seemingly protected from destruction by sheer luck.
A desert nation of city-states subjugated by the strongest among them. A mix of two opposing cultures, a powder keg ready to blow.
A theocratic nation set atop the back of the great pale lizard Ytzkla, in pursuit of a horrid goal— seeing all of humanity devoured by the great lizard.
A subterranean nation, of matriarchal hunters who place great value on pregnancy and birth.
Akin to their alchemical brews— Louh is the sum of its wildly different parts.
A coastal nation, bombarded by the terrible Ahndel Veha, and guarded by a wall of music.
Built upon the bones of a vanquished people, home to ancient secrets.
A nation run by blood.
A long forgotten nation,who left behind strange ruins of obsidian which sing to travellers.
Tribes who look to the stars for answers, and lead by their light.