The bright light in the sky, the Core, hangs high above Adia each morning with one of three different moons beside it. Cornauch, the bright moon of Peace, Love, and Joy, Yaugdinfuur, the moon of Battle, Triumph, and Conquering, and Okdormagyen, the moon of wealth, good fortune, hope, and miracles.
Clouds pass by casting their shadows on the grass filled Assadi plains, and dirt paths stretching from one city to another. The paths go as far as the eye can see until they trail off over the edge of the horizon, or get cut off as they fade away into the thick Tassradan Jungle. Kingdoms stand tall, and creatures roam the world.
The Rhuk Varn river flows, and the creeks trickle where the fresh water can be heard sloshing up against the banks. The Tundorah trees stand tall as if their branches could reach out toward the sky like arms with their hands trying to reach it. Tundorah tree branches twisting to where if you look just right at them, they can be seen cradling the moon that sits next to the Core in the blue sky.
A strong wind blows in and the leaves shake on the trees and their sounds echo slowly across the forest of Tynordane, and the Grove of Whispers. A Forest Mogdun can be seen stomping as it pushes it’s way through the trees and picks up a small glowing rock surrounded by blue spirit magic, looking to be the size of a small stone sitting in his gigantic wooden hand. The Mogdun’s limbs can be heard creaking, groaning, and thrashing with each move it takes stepping over boulders, large overgrown roots, and plants that litter the first floor. Biting into the spirit magic stone, the Mogdun chews as his bottom rock jaw crushes the stone up against his hard wooden skull’s upper jaw, absorbing the blue spirit magic, making his blue glowing eyes flicker.
Dark gray clouds form overhead, and the smell of rain drifts through the air. The Mogdun notices this and turns to head deep, back into the forest of Tynordane.
The small Rokrink’s have noticed as well and the Rokrink Rock Blaster summons a fireball blasting a hole no bigger than two full hands of the average human, just enough for a Rokrink and its crew to get inside. The Rokrink crackles at the three Rokrinks standing around looking up at the sky, as large raindrops began to hit the forest floor. The crackling of the Rokrink Rock Blaster gets louder as it furiously points at the open hole in the boulder, allowing for a safe place for them to stay during the thunderstorm.
An Orc mage can be seen standing upon the mage school’s tower of Rokdom’nar holding his staff to the sky as lightning strikes and a thunderous boom floods over the area. Arcane magic raining all around the mage as the students at the ground level clap and cheer, and the town men and women smile as their eyes are filled with wonder from the powerful Mage that stands upon the tower teaching his spells of the Arcane.
Adia is a world that runs deep with story, is driven by adventure, and has life breathed into it through the rich lore that makes each and every detail added as if the world was truly alive.