Telos

Forests cover much of the surface of our world, ancient and vast. Mountains reach towards the heavens in the west, snow blankets the lands in the north, and deserts claim much of the southern reaches. The east is a far older and stranger land. It bears the scars of ancient magic and calamity. Dragons ruled over all the lands and people of that era. Now they're extinct, and their crystallized blood permeates the earth, thrumming with powerful magic. Many of our modern conveniences are powered by this wondrous substance, called Drakovite. The other relic of the dragon's domain is the art of runic magic. Large glyphs capable of instant transportation, moving mountains, and viewing distant lands, once the vast quantity of raw materials required are provided.   The city-states of Telos harness these powerful phenomea to varying degrees. Some prefer magic, some prefer to use drakovite to craft technological wonders, and others still blend both into something new. Some, such as Ætheria and Trogos, harness these forces to fuel their war machines, be they of the land or the skies. Other nations are more xenophobic, keeping outsiders out, and their secrets in. The majority of the cities and nations, however, are peaceful and cooperative, sharing knowledge and resources freely.   Our world is one of many, but we stand in the center. Our struggles and the nations that shape the landscape are mirrored endlessly across the planes. Sometimes their fates become intertwined with ours.