Darakos: a tiny pinprick of light surrounded by darkness. Torn by war, two sides seek the destruction of each other. The old northern vastnesses lie abandoned, waiting for a new ruler. Endless lands lie unclaimed, as eyes look outwards. A new era of war is on the horizon. Villages, forts, nations, all will rise. Chaos moves to grip Darakos, and those who do not live by the sword will die by the sword.
Time grows stale. Dust gathers on what were once fields of slaughter. One Super power to rule it all. One Nation has kept the wilderness at bay..but no longer. When men venture out, traditions are lost and cultures are formed. The taste for fontier grows but will never be satisfied. It's time to say goodbye, but I think goodbyes are sad and I'd much rather say hello. Hello to a new adventure.
Two Contients lie vastly uninhabited.
Factions are coming.
(Technical Info coming after some discussion)