Veher

The World is old and big, but the story does not extend much past one isolated corner.   To the west, an impassable border of thorns -- a working of the First King, testament to the power of his alliance with the godling divne, ending the wars with the people beyond. In the north-west the clans of the Oreni are scattered through the mountains, holding tight onto the rare passes. The south-east, bordered by the cold seas, long thought unending and impassable, holds the small domain of the death goddess and her Saint, Mora. The valleys of Eselvehr separate the two, remnants of people once great, all but destroyed now, falling apart even further after their ruler was bound and imprisoned in a mountain (once he was a dragon, stories say, but he tried to rise too far).   The old gods may have made all the lands, around and beyond Veher, but it is here they started and here they ended -- and the earth remembers.