Grimdark
The War for Abkhazia is in a stalemate now, but Demons and Ulcians got other plans
Author's Note: There are 3 Continents, the northern Vialn controlled by the Ulcian Empire, governed by the Empress Sol Urdena, which unified the northern faith of the sun in a cult of personality; The southern Karkaz, unified by the mysterious Demonic Khanate, that unified all of the demonic races; And the central Abkhazia, which is plunged into a stalemate between the Orkish Empire that has taken most of the Continent and is threatening to enslave the other races in Abkhazia, as only the Council of the Three Crowns, formed by the Kingdom of Uhr at the northwestern part of the continent, the Kingdom of Orquetia at the West, and the Kingdom of Marquis at the Southwest are the only ones that could stop them.
But now it seems that the balance of power is changing. The Demons are interested in an alliance with the orcs, and the Ulcians are watching in the sidelines looking for the first opportunity to intervene in abkhazia... as the fire rises and tensions grow the future of Teloria lies uncertain.
Notes: i am looking to make a better map for the campaign to work better, sorry for the trouble
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Valley of the Fallen
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| Coordinates | (1814, 778) |
Description
Once a vibrant valley, it now serves as a solemn cemetery where the remnants of the defeated federation army lie. The ground is littered with broken weapons and tattered banners, a haunting reminder of the fierce battle that took place here. Ghostly whispers of the fallen can be heard on the wind, and the air is thick with the weight of sorrow and loss.
Appearance
The valley is surrounded by steep cliffs, with a mist that clings to the ground. Broken weapons and tattered banners are scattered throughout, and the occasional ghostly figure can be seen wandering among the graves. The atmosphere is heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves and distant echoes of battle.