Tlaoc. A country only connected to the earth by a single gate. As the center of old folklore, in stories that have died out over the ages, many have claimed to have stepped inside the gate and have seen this world with they’re own eyes. Many of them are deceivers, liars, only boasting for the glory. Only a few of the entire human race has been there.

Preserved as it was hundreds of thousands years before, Tlaoc’s inhabitants have hardly changed.

To the north are the Drangor Mountains, inhabited by foul beasts of nighmares.

In the south are the elves, welcoming any who enter the gate with their warm ebrace.

The east contains the Swalor marshes, with both evil and peaceful citizens, mostly made up of simple water spirits.

The west is the home such creatures as djinni and gargoyles, and so on.

Any type of creature you can imagine may be here, for not even the inhabitants know the extent of the variations of life. Not ruled by one soul, Tlaoc tends to be more peaceful than anything. So welcome!