Elys

In the Elder Days, the First Men left the island of Úrzwut. They sailed south, to a vast and verdant land. By the light of Thyrgr's forge they built the first civilizations, naming the land Elys and themselves the Volkir. In those days, Elys was a vast continent, larger even than Grimthír in the north. However, it came to pass that the fairie king Bélogh rose from the sea in the east, and shattered the land. Gods and giants came in his wake, and it was they who ruled the land.

Cerdonia
In Cerdonia lie sleeping giants, or so it is said. While the Lóghran sagas depict in all its splendor the slaying of Bélogh, few are wont to mention, nor indeed remember, that he was only one among many. It took a great deal yet for gods and giants to relinquish their hold on the lands east of Ëaldtir, and those Men who live there now carry proud blood indeed.

Ëaldtir
Ëaldtir is all that's left of the Elyssian land of old. Vast ruins stretch across those rolling plains, lost to time and neglect as the age of the Volkir came to end. Though it still stands sparsely populated, there is little there of note save for the City of Revels, which stands tall as if the surrounding devastation had never taken place, its visitors spurred ever on by revelry in the night.

Mountains of Bélogh
Far to the east lie the Mountains of Bélogh, where nary a mortal Man dare tread. It is an empty and blasted land, home to naught but Úr-Fae and roving nomads. At the very end of the mountains lies Ruin's End, where Bélogh still sits on his carven throne.

Prythic Isles
The Prythic Isles are famed as the birthplace of Lóghrann and his kin. Lóghrann was king of Arryg, a small and humble hold in truth - it was his axe that slew the fairie king Bélogh, from whom he took his name. In the Youngling Age, his birthname has long been lost to time, for none cared to remember. King Lóghrann then took his folk west, to the Midlands. Yet Arryg was not the only Prythic hold, and those who stayed behind now carry the burden of eking out a life amidst the cobbled ruins of what was once a splendid land. Gone are the verdant fields of Elys, and along with it the trust that Men once had in gods and fae.

Véoch
As far south as Man knows lie the jungle shores of Véoch, and at its heart, Ünnrir, temple of Úvartoch. Here were sent the Blooded from Ëaldtir, to death and exile. Yet it was not to be so - Úvartoch, son of Lyhr and fairie king of all lifeblood, took those Blooded Ealdvolkir to be his charge. Under their new patron they built a society of their own, and from it grew the Dominion from which the Herwosi Empire springs in the west.