Mealis

Legend

“The driest of all our World, burning deserts and a Sun tearing as lava on skin.”

“Once a bridge to Outlands and the then not so hostile races.”

~Skjald Ulrich

Description

The nature at Mealis is rough, deadly to the foolish or luck-dreamers trying to locate ancient artefacts. Not only the landscape, or the sun contributes to this. Flora and Fauna adds to it as well, so plan wisits well and keep provisions filled. Especially water is important as thirst comes swift.

The peoples that lives here has their daily doings, but visitors generally comes here for a few things; treasure hunting, Combat Herb collecting, lore studies, ingredients, and studying as a Mana Manipulator. This handfull of reasons is the majority of reasons, those here due any other reasons, should be approached with care.

“Admitted, a travel across the lands will make a lifelong experience, no matter how it whent.”

~Skjald Sigurd

History

When the world was formed travel to and from Outlands occurred frequently, although caravans was often robbed or even killed and consumed. So, when the Sun began to shine upon Mealis, and its light guided caravans across the thin strips of lands connecting it with Findon. The peninsulas almost touching the Northern parts of Utallantu became abandoned.

“I wonder, would they have been friendlier, or us long consumed, had we not separated?”

~Skjald El Mary

Due to the 1st Cataclysm, all lands at the pole sank beneath the sea or tilted and slid, creating massive mountains at Findon, and the routes to Outlands sank as well. When the lands finally stilled and calmed, the people of the decimated realms of Mealis noticed another change.

The world rotation had tilted, so the Sun and Moon had altered orbits, not floating the sky far to the south. Instead, they came floating rather close across the sky directly above, causing burning hot days and chilling cold nights. And why anyone cared to keep residing there beats me. By all means, it’s an exciting place to visit, but to live there under such a burning sun is beyond me. And, by all gods, thinking of those dry lands makes me thirsty, so let’s order some…

~Skjald Yell'a'Beard

As the lands dried, many tribes created their own small kingdoms, realms, and whatsnots. Each is struggling for survival, either by conquest or by hard work to produce excess goods for sale or barter.

As Mealis lie far from The Rim and Ljostari, they did not feel the colonial impact of the Wanderers, but merely an increase in trade.

Not even the eruption of Mt. Vula, or the Deep Blue Tsunami, or The Realm, changed much of the daily lives in Mealis Countries.

It was not until The Great Invasion that the internal races, tribes, and nobility, turned to face a common enemy.

“So, the Great Invasion brought both suffering and unity. For a while.”

~Skjald Valgrif