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If Havia is the physical powerhouse of Ilm then Khem-Se is the the academic side of the coin. To the west of the continent lies the dense, verdant Neca’li Jungle and to the east the sun-scorched desert. Of the two surprisingly the desert is the less hostile half and very few have ever dared to enter the dark, shrieking rainforest. Life in the desert centres around oases with the largest of these home to the renowned Academia. It is here scholars both of magic and written knowledge flock for the chance of enlightenment and hopes of improving life in Ilm, but, only those at the top of the hierarchy are privy to the forbidden workings of ancient technology and darker research that focuses on corrupted beasts and the live-experimentation of their magic.

Of the 100s of islands comprising the Ahimori Archipelago no two are the same. Some are rocky and volcanic, some sandy and lying mere metres above the sea, others dominated by lush rainforest. Culture varies highly too though most peoples are dependent on the sea and skilled seafarers. While many of the larger settlements are welcoming to outsiders there are other islands that live in a more tribalistic way and view outsiders with caution. The Archipelago lacks a centralised governing body and to some extent it can be a lawless place with every few years bitter power struggles erupting between islands. Another key feature that defines this area apart from the rest of Ilm is the presence of creatures referred to as God’s Children or Demi-Gods. As the name suggests they are believed to be either literally the half-mortal offspring of the Gods or physical manifestations of their power. Some islands have adopted individual Demi-Gods as their patrons and as such they are worshipped in hopes of offering their protection and driving off monsters. Other Islands meanwhile are off-limits due to being the home of particularly wrathful individuals who would happily devour any trespassers.

Isloway has neither the might of Havia and Khem-se nor the protection of higher beings like the Ahimori and Summer Archipelagos. Despite this there are still those who choose to live here - some inhabitants say it is easier to deal with monsters than the strife created by your own kind. The young are taught from birth how to fight and defend themselves which has given rise to many fine warriors and the rich ores mined from the mountain caverns are the perfect resource for talented weaponsmiths to work their craft. The region is often continually bathed in low cloud making the mountain paths treacherous to any newcomers, perhaps another key factor in why it has resisted against attacks by foreign nations. Isloway remains relatively neutral in the world politics of Ilm though has stronger ties to Havia simply as it’s closest neighbour.

The Summer Isles are full of desolate, sea-swept beauty. The journey this far out is hard and many find no reason to travel hundreds of miles to a small, barren archipelago where even trees don’t survive. The native race of Kervith are viewed as primitive and savage to the rest of Ilm and their isolated culture hasn’t changed in centuries, possibly even before the advent of the Cull. Rumour says the natives were not punished as harshly by the Gods and as such still retain some natural magical abilities and even the gift of flight. They are highly ritualistic and in tune with the natural world, living by way of hunter-gathering.

The deep ocean which Ilm lies within is treacherous and full of unseen terrors. Those that do make it beyond a few miles out in any direction find a strange fog soon sets in and orientating a ship becomes difficult. Many who seek to deliberately explore the lands out beyond the fog never return but, the few that do, report glimpses of a paradise-esque land where the sea falls into the sky. While there is a belief that the fog itself is responsible for these visions others state that this is the realm of the gods and those that disappear have entered this realm to become deities themselves.