Serelands

Serelands: Home to Tesmor, city of Cobras. The plains of the Serelands which once lent themselves to wars of the Golden Age are now abandoned and waiting. Fogtreaders often speak of the scarred fields, ancient rusted weapons spiked into the ground. On the warmer side of temperate, this region is surprisingly pleasant to settle down in. You know, if it weren’t for the monsters and sanity sucking fog. And the Cobras. Mostly the cobras.

Of the regions, the Serelands often contain the most ruins, both of the Golden Age and even before. Kingdoms and cultures who fell to war long before the Fog set in can still be remembered by their impressive works of architecture and masonry. Not particularly wealthy or powerful even at their height, the Serelands stand as a memory of what truly was, not just what the people would like to remember the past as. A reminder that these lands were cursed and burned long before the Fog did it for them. A reminder of the depravity and sin that once pervaded the world.