El mundo cayó bajo la plaga. Los muertos caminan. Castillos arden. Los dioses callan. Pero tú aún vives… y algo en el norte llama. Dicen que puede salvarnos… o destruir lo poco que queda. Afila tu espada. No todos los vivos han olvidado cómo pelear.
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El Anillo de Hierro
A ring of ancient walled cities atop hills, now fortified city-states ruled by warlords. It is the safest region, yet life is cheap and harsh.
Linde del Fin
A destroyed southern coastal port where the sea is black and foul-smelling, with floating corpses drifting among the waters. The last fleet of the kingdom set sail from here, and though the population is low, hardy settlements and smugglers persist.
Los Baldíos de Braem
A barren expanse of scorched fields and burnt villages, once the agricultural heart of the kingdom before the Fall. Now overrun by wandering hordes and haunted by the remnants of its past.
Marjal Sombrío
A wild, mist-shrouded territory marked by hanging corpses and whispered rumors of witchcraft. Ancient canals weave through the land, traversed by silent boats, inhabited by small tribes of witches, renegade druids, and exiles.
Ossa Septentrional
A frigid region once home to sacred monasteries and fortresses, now reduced to snowy ruins haunted by mutated beasts and echoes of a cult that unleashed a plague. The Blue Lighthouse stands as the mysterious epicenter.