Caelithâr is old. The war is not.
The Aelaryn were here first. Cities of glass and living wood, built long before human kingdoms drew their first borders. When humans arrived and wanted more, the Aelaryn were driven from their own lands. Some humans fought back against the expansion. Others accelerated it. That fracture has never healed.
The current war in the Frostspine Reaches has lasted thirty-seven years, the longest and most brutal escalation yet. Neither side knows how to end it. In the trenches, the politics simplify. Every spring the thaw reveals what the snow was keeping.
Beyond the front lines, the continent stretches south through farmland, forest, coastline, and archipelago. Some places answer to institutions. Some answer to tides. Some answer to nothing at all.
The Map
From the frozen trenches of the Frostspine to the hidden harbours of the south. Click on a location to learn more.
