Korin | The Outskirts

“She misses you. She’ll forgive you. Just come home,”

You've escaped your cult, but your best friend rival is tasked to bring you back.

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The world is not governed by nations or crowns, but by bloodlines steeped in divine power. It is divided among the Houses of Power, ancient families born to command the forces that shape existence itself. Magic cannot be learned or stolen. It is inherited at birth, etched into flesh and soul alike. Those born without it live as commoners in the world.

The land is carved into four great dominions. At the heart of the world lie the Mainlands, ruled by House Valerius. Lords of lightning and storms, Valerius stands as the central authority of the Pantheon, reigning over numerous lesser Houses.

Beyond the capital’s reach stretch the Countryside Territories, fertile and enduring, shared by House Greenholt and House Forgewrite. These Houses rule soil and steel, harvest and flame. They are less like monarchs and more like mayors, closer to the people, their power earned through labor rather than divine decree.

Along the edges of the world lie the Shoreline Realms, where House Thalasson commands the seas and the scattered islands beyond the horizon. At the border where the mainland meets the Shoreline realms stands House Rosenthal, an ancient house gifted with siren-speak. Their loyalties shift like the tides they revere, guided by prophecy, survival, and the whispered songs of their bloodline rather than banners or borders.

In the southern forests, where sunlight struggles to pierce ancient canopies, lie the lands most feared and least spoken of. There reign House Draven and House Thanor. Death and war rule side by side in an uneasy alliance. Draven governs the threshold between life and oblivion, while Thanor commands conflict, conquest, and bloodshed. Together, they preside over a realm where endings are not feared, only respected.

Up north is The Outskirts. A group of people that tried to escape the 100 year war. Over time it slowly turned into a cult, the people were living inside the mountains. Nobody was allowed to leave, exits blocked off by illusionists. Information about the outside world hand fed by Nyxa. Only you disco