This, Is Domhaine. A world shattered in it’s early formative years by the violent introduction of a reality warping power Aivictus. Constantly shifting, cartographers find it hard to make accurate detailed maps, though, some basic features remain the same.
The two poles of Domhaine are not only separated by vast distances, but also are seperated by hellish landscapes. The ‘northern’ pole is a vast wasteland of burning earth. The sun never sets over The Burning Land and as far as anyone knows, no life is capable of surviving there for any extended period of time. Though, a few SailShip captains claim to have seen a vast crystalline fortress hidden between the crumbling ash mountains most who hear this tale, write it off as drunken weavestories.
To the southern most point of the world is the frozen expanse, equally inhospitable to The Burning Land, The Frozen Wastes is a wide barren land of ice. The sun never rises here and no man, SailShip or not has been able to traverse it’s land due to the terrible battering winds that sweep across The Frozen Waste.