Midgard is a realm between the ocean and the trackless waste. Ice to the North, desert to the south, and the everpresent threat of the Alien East ensure that most travelers roam only within the Middle Kingdoms. Long ago the Elves ruled the west, the Dwarves the north, and men all that lay between. However, five hundred years ago a great empire of Men arose and drove the Dwarves beneath the earth in the age of Smoke. Since that time the Elves have diminished and slowly but surely retreated, first to their forested homes on the coast, and more recently, beyond them. In the current age, the age of Embers, the great empire is gone, leaving competing kingdoms and baronies in its wake, but the Elves show no sign of slowing their pilgrimage. The Dwarves are still cautious of men, the city of Eslen their only surface outpost.
In the last few years, the embers have once again been stoked to flame. The Orcish tribes of Norga have coalesced in the service of foreign gods, only to fall to disarray and retreat to the winter wastes. The dead have refused the earth across the Itani marches, and odd echoes of lives still haunt those hills. Dalriada’s kings have been usurped, leaving three Ladies to rule in steel, song, and shadow. And in the south, the last remnants of the fey have struck out against the old city of Casta, before vanishing back to Cymraeg, and across the sea. Turmoil is upon the land, and with it, a new era of unknown shape or quality.