Hello World. Welcome…

Come stranger and rest your trodden feet by the fire. A bitter draught ought to lighten the heart, for we are all friends here at the Jolly Djinni Inn. Say now, what tales do you bring to our little refuge? For many a traveller has passed through these door, that it seems that the vast reaches of Aynhar contain endless wonders we knowest not of.

Who but be I say you? Excuse the flamboyant attire, I assure you I am kind and make no pretense to deceive. Yes, a Djinni my mass is made mostly of hot air, let not that be said about my speech! From whence I came was a stuffy Djinni court, not to my predeliction. Freedom I sort, knowledge I gained, and of course the most delictable ciders of the land. Now this building and its tenants flitter from land to land, sometimes here, sometimes there. Always a tall tale to be had.

Come now, say your piece. For like myself, we all come from somewhere else. Where have your trodden feet traversed? What marvels have you witnessed? What terrors have you seen?

Hail from Jhea do you, a child of the sea? With coral skin and magical pebbles; so modest, so knowing, you have ventured upon the wave from your island cities?

Perhaps from Imlay were you birthed? In the bread basket of opulence and art you aspired to be more than mere peasantry. That thirsty passion for love and reverly igniting your soul.

Escaped from Lochura? Those haute aristocrats bickering in their isolationist houses. Snapping at the slightest jests whilst beleaguering their populace with unnecessary duties. They won’t say it, but they fear the plagued forest beneath. They say you can always trust a Lochuran ranger to know the real lay of the land, not just amongst the trees.

Lisk? One of the Baronies? Still holding onto heraldic tradition like a lost squire and can’t really work out which baron is the better bet? Not much there now I hear, but if you fancy your tinsel knights I won’t blame you.

Or even more dire, Nha-Roc? Riddled with ratfolk and lycantropes, a once ruly kingdom that has plummeted into an unending cursed gloom. Rumour has it the giants there have two heads that if you listen to them speak, you’ll promptly become utterly inane.

Save my soul if you pertain to Sannica. Those twisted hearts that worship Qaal the Imperator. Although it’s said that Qaal doesn’t get out much anymore and why would they. What with a million automaton minions to do their biding!

Woe upon you if you know of the sanded lands that was once Zalam. Do you know that lady Thren has left? She went to the shores of Ayonia and founded the city Threnga, pretty origianl name don’t you think. I’m not sure if the pirates of Port Jessen are angry or joyous about their new, rather astute neighbours.

Are there not so many more places to name? You must know of the Rashwa Elves for they roam far and sea wide. But know of you the Dwarven order of Tulm? Or the distant moon Elves of Azrielle? Did you know the Oluwa have a secret paradise somewhere on Ayonia?

Heard of the northern short folk, the Hildiz of Neu Vergaard? Nothing else is short about them other than their height! They ride giant snow cats through blizzards and hunt woolly auruchs for sport I tell you.

So.

What say you friend? Care to share your story?