Eons ago, Urd was a land of myth and legend. Humanity and Fate lived by the cycles of Urd's moons: Rijk, the Iron Moon; the Moon of the Matter, and Ura, the Silver Moon; the Moon of the Spirit. Human oracles and Fata kings and queens, told the world what to do, and the world spoke to them as well. But, somehow, that Oracle's Era ended.
Who lived in comunion, now are separated: Humanity prospered over Urd with iron, fire and sail. Fate looked at them from the all-mighty Spirit, unable to reach them... Until magic was discovered. Talking old forgotten languages, the wizards and sorceress from Artamea manage to create a way to commune with the beings of the Spirit. But magic is not common yet, so only in Artamea, its Empire, and its allies is allowed to be practised. It is the Shield of Magic, and its Ten Commandments shall be respected by all mages, least they want the Purple Night knocking at their door.
But some mages are starting to see magic not as a way of collaboration between worlds, but a form of slavery: Half-breed and pure Fate are treated as spell materials and servants. How much time will the Fate admit this treatment?
Fantasy world for a NaNoWriMo novel, based on Paracelsus works and its time. I'm using this page as a reference while I'm working on it.
Depiction of the whole world of Urd done by expert Artameic cartographers three millenia ago. Some localizations have changed name due to the evolution of Middle Danevic and Veniscan through the ages.