¶ Flesh Fur Alabaster Bone
"The fire consumed us, the fever ran high / We screamed in the darkness and waited to die / But morning it found us with fur on the skin / To march as the Fringe and die for our kind."
¶ The World & Its Inhabitants
Across the mist-shrouded wetlands of The Necks and the frozen mountain passes of Folkvang, a bitter impasse holds two civilizations in an uneasy balance. On one side stand the human lands of Ginuvia, where armored legions march under strict religious law. On the other lie the wild realms of the Anshelm—beast-kin who survived the ancient afflictions of the past to forge their own sovereign tribes beneath the ancient cedar canopies.
Over the past thousand years, since the legendary Walk of Exiles, rumors of ancient magic, silent warfare, and mysterious proxy deities have shaped the songs of taverns and the doctrines of war. Neither side can claim total victory, leaving the world suspended on a blade's edge.
¶ The Warring Factions
¶ The Ginuvians
The expansionist human realm governed by the Holy See. Guided by the Vigilant Church and disciplined legionnaires who worship the ancient Gestalt.
¶ The Anshelm
The alliance of beast-kin subraces in Folkvang. Bound by ancient blood, protected by the Council of Velnias, and defended by the Fringe Regiment.