“The ‘Fangs of Fril’ never drowned, they still lurk and bite, late at nite.”
As the ground beneath their feet began to ease its rolling and stretching, and the coloured glows from the Astral was gone. The World became silent, shrouded in utterdark only the nightvisioned Races could see what had become of the Void Gardens. After merely staring for a while, they began to move around, tend their livestock, trade, craft, and pray. A prayer growing stronger as time passed, and suddenly it was as the Divines heard the pledge. And brought light to sail across the sky, in the form of Sun and Moon.
These two were in fact Thursar, to forever sail the edge between the world and The Void, in a pact between Vornir, Boriac, Gods, and thursar. This union between all divines but Wickeryadi, are said to be the reason Vampires came to be. Two of these, a Ljost Alfar named , and a Drakk Alfar named , took residence in Southern Fril, at the western end of the to Trov.
They constructed a great Races rose against them, and the 1st Cataclysm unfolded. The lands and their stronghold sank and created the gargantuan fjord, now residing south of Fril. With this cataclysm, a new age began.stronghold, and gathered quite a crowd of followers. But when the divine ones, and several
As a consequence of the cataclysm, the world tilted so the rotation no longer matched the indifferent thursar flying far above, the vast grid that held the inner astrals links in check was distorted, and much land sunk or became mountains and wilderness. Vampires survived the conflict, and can be counted winners, as several Other Races and Human Tribes supported them. Vampires never forgot who supported, and still honour milennia old deeds.
Most races and tribes also developed strong relations in the following centuries, where they had to adopt to changed lands, and shifting climates. As north became warmer and south colder, wildlife also altered behavior, so especially Hunters had to adapt.
Centuries passed, and one day Wanderers. These new humans soon lived in plentitude everywhere, mostly creating their own new Settlements. Then the Vular fought Ljost Alfar and Dwarf at Ljostari. A conflict that grew such, that the vornir came from the astral, and sang the Hymn of Truenames. Eventually it peaked in Mt. Vula erupting, sending the Deep Blue Tsunami across the world.came, and with it plenty of
Up and up and up… ancestors clawed, crawled, and climbed… to once more, claim their biddings… Arisen arrived, dead yet alive…
Alongside this some tribe families grew so powerful they became known as Hordes, mostly cutting ties with former lords, and becoming ruling lords themselves. Creating a time of conflicts, lasting up until The Realm was founded. Yet returning again, in The Great Invasion.
North Fril is mainly roughlands, hills, foothils and mountains with a few large valleys and many a steepsided cleft. The Northern to Fridor, Sloviit and Ascal are littered with broad mountain passes and deep narrow cut clefts.
At theone can go through up into Fridor. At the backside of leads across the mountains. So does and , at the end of . The large self governed region of has two passes leading into Fridor; and , and four leading into Sloviit; , , and . At the Eastern side of the has one pass leading into Sloviit, and two passes; and leading into Ascal. Further East theres also , and leading up into Ascal.
The Border into Trov are through the broad and across three large bridges; across , along and , and from to .
To the South Fril share the gargantuan fjord with Trov and in most harbours theres also military and tax garrisons to handle the many traders and caravans landing. Southern Fril are vast grasslands and crop fields. The Southeastern part, betweenand are a rather treacgerous marshland.
Centre are slowly raising in altitude and roughness and in the middle, and towers.
Skjald El Mary
Various areas are led by lesser nobility, striving for ultimate control of what was Fril.
Ancient artefacts from the sunken lands washed ashore, or found by divers.
Last Updated on 2023-12-30 by IoM-Christian