The World of Roil

The World of Roil is a realm tormented by the wrath of the gods. The writhing fury of the Mists casts a crimson haze above their grey turmoil, giving an omen of the darkness contained within. The Mists are magic unbound; fueled by the desires of man and wielded by those consumed by it. Where the Mists flow, that which exists is undone. Where the Mists fade, new realms are unveiled. Within this madness, Roil struggles to survive the chaos, striving against the Mists' promise of destruction. There are seven known continents, six oceans, and nine great seas covering the approximate one-third of Roil that is not blanketed by the Mists. The oceans, despite their immensity, are akin to rivers in many ways. Though they span the globe, they flow about the lands and the Mists. The continents and the Mists separate the oceans, and the seas connect them. But the majority of the surface of Roil remains cloaked by the Mists. Easily twice the land mass of the known continents could yet be hidden in the grey expanse of the Mists...

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	"and the Goddess of Chaos, thus bound by the Creator, did cause the great waters of the world to boil and rise into the sky. And when these clouds had spanned the face of the globe, the world was cloaked in darkness. And when the world was dark, and lit only by the lightning of the storms above, the clouds descended as the Mists... and once the storm clouds had fallen, the Goddess of Chaos drew deep her breath, and with her exhalation caused the winds to roar. And the winds did drive the Mists as a shroud across all the lands and seas, and before it came the darkness..." Nadamis the Legender		Symbol of Motara the Warrior

The World of Roil was formed by the will of Olhantam the Creator. Its surface was sculptured by the whims, and the Mists, of Kaichea, Goddess of Chaos. From the World's Well to the Eye of the Storm, Roil is a place full of fantastic realities. It is a harsh and untamed realm of jagged mountains and dark forests, of deep swamps and dry plains, of vast oceans and great deserts. And yet, despite its cruelty, Roil is a world of unrivaled beauty. It is a gentle land of fertile valleys and green prairies, of lush woodlands and sparkling lakes, of rolling hills and clear, blue sky. It is a world whose marvelous wonders fill all its lands, and the races which live here are no less extraordinary. Different races of humans and humanoids are found on every known continent of the globe, and all of them possess their own individual and distinctive cultures and societies. The fabled faerie folk are in themselves the very heart of the woodlands, as they dwell in their castles of living trees. The stout dwarven people are the true rock of the earth, and it is their exquisite crafting of metal and their great citadels of stone which are legendary throughout all the world. The halfling folk happily live at peace with all their surroundings, enjoying their burrows and huts of comfort, and the finest meals in all of Roil. And lastly, there are the sly, little gnomes who slip through tunnels and burrows and lush forests with equal familiarity. Their escapades and good humor are as well known as their comradeship, but these gentle pranksters can work gemstones like no other. All this and more is Roil, the world which has seen the flight of the pegasus and the soaring of the dragon. "and the Goddess of Chaos, thus bound by the Creator, did cause the great waters of the world to boil and rise into the sky. And when these clouds had spanned the face of the globe, the world was cloaked in darkness. And when the world was dark, and lit only by the lightning of the storms above, the clouds descended as the Mists..." Nadamis the Legender For all its charm and beauty, the world of Roil is doomed to eternal transformation. The source of this unnatural metamorphosis is a very tangible threat. During Roil's creation, Kaichea cloaked the world within a thick cloud cover. She then caused the cloud layer to descend down onto the surface of Roil. These clouds, known as the Mists, actually sculpted the surface of Roil, and formed all of the world's terrain, from its mountain peaks to ocean floors. The Mists of Kaichea are the very fabric of creation. They are not only the substance from which the face of the world was molded, but also they are the tools which performed the task. Twice history speaks of the coming of the Mists of Kaichea. The first occurrence was in the forming of the world, when Olhantam the Creator tasked Kaichea to mold the face of Roil. The second coming was the direct result of a clash between Kaichea and her sister, Chaulatae the Binder. This second coming of the Mists, known by many as the War of the Winds, brought an end to the first age of Roil as the goddess Kaichea again changed the surface of the world. "and once the storm clouds had fallen, the Goddess of Chaos drew deep her breath, and with her exhalation caused the winds to roar. And the winds did drive the Mists as a shroud across all the lands and seas, and before it came the darkness..." Nadamis the Legender This time, in her anger, Kaichea empowered the Mists to change the face of Roil. Whole civilizations were lost, and new ones arose. Settled lands were torn apart, and wildernesses wiped away forever. The Winds blew the Mists across much of Roil, isolating continents whose influence once spanned much of the globe. When finally the Mists diminished and lifted from the face of Roil, much of the world had been irrevocably altered, and the new age was begun. Just as Roil was formed by the Mists, and later reshaped by it during the War of the Winds, Roil remains vulnerable to the Mists. The continents and oceans of present day cover less than forty percent of Roil's surface. The Mists still dominate over sixty percent of the world. Though the bulk of the Mists are huge drifts which divide the oceans, they also remain in scattered pools upon the continents. And just as the powers of chaos once worked the Mist to reform the face of the world, lesser beings now strive to use the Mists to shape new lands. In this day and age, even as great entities fall, there are mighty new powers and individuals with grandiose dreams who strive to wield control over the Mists, and mold the shrouded portions of the world to their own liking. And there are those who seek to quell the chaos and restore order. Roil is a world in which the very fabric of creation can be bound or unraveled. Within this immense and unbridled land, the common folk of Roil live their lives without worry of such pretentious schemes. As the civilized realms stretch boldly through savage, new frontiers, great warriors duel and engage in terrible wars. Priests bring their words of wisdom and the will of their gods to followers and non-believers alike. Powerful wizards transgress the boundaries of the supernatural and evoke the forces of the elements as they weave their spells of terrible destruction. And bards travel across the countryside, singing their songs and telling tales of deeds noble and true, even as the unseen hand of the rogue slips into the purses of the unsuspecting...