I had a dream. The world was riven in two. A war raged between was once was, and what had come to be. When I awoke from my dream, I found that I had slept too long to make a difference. Much that once was had been lost, and much that had come to pass had disappeared. With what was left, I tried to build a new life in the never ending blue heavens.
-Book of Siira
Life is full of questions that remain unanswered, facts that are taken for granted without a second thought. No one asks why Humans first migrated from the land below to the Backs of giant beasts called ‘Sky Turtles.’ Nor do they ask why the other free races followed. Things are as they are.
The world below, now uncultivated and uncivilized from years of abandonment by the innovative races, is a vast wild land, covered in jungles, savannas, Tundras, and Deserts. The remains of sentient occupation are few and far between, and some are being used by newer creatures.
Ignoring the world below, life booms in the skies of Tiveden. The discovery of Steam Ore, a substance harvested from the backs of the Sky Turtles, has radically changed the course of technology. It has provided a means of transportation between The air-born city-states, as well as modern conveniences which make everyday life easier.