Long ago Kai'amira was a land suspended in a supernal balance above the material realm.

It was a place where mortals plotted ways to end the weakness of death, and to usurb powers from their creators.  Frighteningly enough they came close to slaying G-ds, and for this reason the plane is gone.

It was banished between planes, now existing as a hazy overlap of the material realm.  Seldomly do people arrive, and no one has yet to leave.

However you wake to find yourself in this bizarre land.  You wake up from ((pic your backstory and you wake up from your last night, however make it so that you'd have equipment on you at the time you disappear)).

You look about you to notice you are in an open field, in the middle is a campsite with a man sitting on a highbacked chair.  In the distance are others waking as you just have, and in similar situations as you.  Unsure of where you are but noticing the way your body feels you are no longer in the material realm you need to think fast on what you will do to survive what has just happened.

you're disoriented, confused, and very very far from familiarity.

Sadly this is not how it ends...  only how it begins.
Welcome to the rabbit hole realm, you can only get deeper but never get out.  How far will you dare to go?

Will you dig until you unearth it's secrets?
or
Find a comfortable niche and live out your days in peace?


This land holds the original creations of each race.  You will meet elves from eras when they fought in Corellions stead against Grummsh's orcs.  Bound by clan ties, and not by races.

Orc feral but powerful beings, as their shaman tamper with the concepts of blood diseases to create fiersome warriors that by the light of the full-moon can bring the destruction of entire nations.

Humans cling to ancient G-d's whom spurned them long ago for their ambition.  In the midst of faith and corruption their ship sails a fine line between the final fall and their resurrection.

Halflings, Dwarves, and Gnomes....  accused of being stouts and shortlings have taken to creating a mighty tribunal.  Their nation spans the vast tracks of the Kyberios Mountain ranges.  Massive open entrances rip through the mountain, challenging the creation of the G-ds. No respect for the natural ways as they pay homage only to their ancestors... mortals.

This is only the superficial ascetics sadly, and much much more lies beneath first glance.  Only a sharpened intellect could pierce the night that enshrouds these nations.  Each has secrets, and more nations exist beyond their scope.  Some only existing in certain conditions.