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This tabletop RPG game is intended for players who are 18 years old or above and who are expected to act like adults throughout the game. The game will include adult content, but the players will not be forced to engage in any uncomfortable or explicit situations. The game will draw a clear line between portraying adult themes and simply acknowledging their existence in the game world. It is important for all players to approach the game with maturity and respect for each other's comfort levels.

​The world of Ayotha is a dark fantasy setting, heavily steeped in mythology based on Greek and Norse myths. It is a world that is not for the faint of heart, as it is filled with mature and often disturbing themes. The content of the game is intended for players who are 18 years old or above, and mature in nature. Players should expect to encounter very human problems, and some of these issues may be quite serious in nature. The world of Ayotha is a place where darkness and danger lurk around every corner, and where the line between good and evil is often blurred. It is a world where heroes are not always what they seem, and where even the most virtuous characters may be forced to make difficult and morally ambiguous decisions. In short, Ayotha is a setting that requires players to be mature, thoughtful, and willing to confront some of the darkest aspects of the human experience.

The world is a fragmented, ruined shell of what it once was, and magic is what ensures it stays that way. In Ages past, before the Night of the Vacant Throne -- when mankind and the other races of Ayotha were given the chance to meet a sliver of what it was that they had foolishly called their Gods -- the world followed the rules set out for it at its creation. Arcanery, in a very generous sense of implying it existed at all, was only a theoretical, philosophical exercise, conducted in meeting halls and lounges by societies that simply enjoyed dressing their social circles in a different kind of trapping. It did not exist; not merely as the world sees it now, in this broken age of horrors, but at all, and when it did arrive, it did so on the wings of nightmares.

Magic is not some mystical recipe its practitioners follow on a day-to-day basis to casually manipulate the world around them; while it affects very real results in the world around it, these results are consequences of another reality being imposed upon ours and causing the one we live in to shatter, albeit in -- at least hopefully -- a controlled fashion. As far as scattered records can ascertain, the application of this knowledge came at the hands of the humans of Ayotha first, as most of their peers and the other races struggled not just to rebuild but to survive in the lloigor-wracked wasteland that was once a comparatively peaceful, fertile world. After the Night of the Vacant Throne, rumors of uncovered writings which allowed real magic, real power, to be channeled through a dedicated practitioner and out into the world. These writings were collected in an utterly forbidden grimoire that came to be known as the Black Book, a tome with many speculated origins. Some say the Book is a legitimately living, sentient other, alien and conscious entity with unknown and sinister purposes. Others say that it exists simultaneously in other times, other places, other worlds, and exists conterminously to spread its influence in the past, present, and future all.

​What is incontrovertible, however, is that the following of parsed and translated rituals found in this book or copies of it has wrought unmistakable horror upon the world and those in it. While the Night of the Vacant Throne was responsible for the destruction of cities, towns, and life, the magic found in the Black Book is responsible for the corruption of what remains and what has been built to try and effect repairs upon those shattered remnants. While there is real power to be found in the practice of these rituals, the overwhelming vast majority that even know of the existence of the Black Book are far from willing to pay the cost of not just their own sanity, but that of their friends, loved ones, and fellow men. Every so-called spell cast brings Ayotha closer to a tremulous reality merged with that of wherever the grimoire truly came from, and even amongst the universally loathed practitioners, all but the maddest can recognize that that would bode very, very poorly for our world and those living in it. Most do not know of the intricacies of magic, of course, but they know enough and have heard enough of rumors to wish to stamp it out where it exists. People have been strung up, burned, tied, and quartered, even tortured to death over days over mere mention of witchcraft, and this is the case through almost all true civilization. There exist, of course, esoteric societies, occasional outposts, even whole races of people who feel differently, but these people are outside of their own universally reviled as destroyers and corruptors of the highest order, and they are ruthlessly hunted and slain by those who catch wind of them. Only in the vast, far reaches of the untamed world is this viewpoint ever relaxed, and even then, it would still be a poor idea to reveal oneself -- fear is the most powerful motivator of violence.

Magic is horrific and corrupt, even healing magic faces the same stigma and with good reason. The Slender Crown drew magic with him when broke through into the world with disastrous results. Once upon a time the use of the Black Book was required to use magic, but as the Slender Crown's influence spreads magic is becoming increasingly easier to use. This is by the Crown's design. These are EXAMPLES. Spells can manifest in different ways but it’s never subtle. Eldritch energy and power is the theme behind the powers. Ask players how their spells manifest (just remind them of the origin of the magic itself. They can probably come up with something cool - Please no stupid cat ear shit. This isn't your favorite anime.)

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Normal goblinoids are monstrous creatures with squat, hunched bodies that are covered in tough, leathery hides. Their faces are dominated by sharp, pointed teeth that jut out from their wide, gaping mouths. Their eyes are small and beady, flickering with savage intelligence. These goblinoids stand no more than three to four feet in height, but their diminutive size belies their ferocity in battle. They are known for their cunning and quick reflexes, darting in and out of combat with deadly efficiency.
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In contrast, eldritch goblins are a far more terrifying sight to behold. These creatures have been horrendously mutated in different ways, often becoming twisted and malformed by dark, alien magic or their harsh environments. Some have extra limbs or eyes that bulge grotesquely from their misshapen heads. Others have tentacle-like appendages that writhe and lash out at their foes, or grotesque, mutated flesh that oozes pus and bile.

Eldritch goblins infused with alien magics are perhaps the most horrific of all. Their skin is twisted and contorted into strange, otherworldly shapes, as though it is no longer of this world. Their eyes glow with an eerie, sickly light, and they possess powers that are beyond mortal understanding.

Great Goblins are truly fearsome creatures to behold. They stand head and shoulders above the average goblin, with massive, hulking frames that are rippling with muscle. Their skin is tough and leathery, covered in patches of matted fur and rough scales. Huge tusks jut out from their massive jaws, dripping with saliva, and their eyes gleam with a fierce, wild intelligence.

Their arms are thick and powerful, ending in sharp claws that could tear through flesh and bone with ease. They move with a surprising agility for such massive creatures, able to bound and leap with a terrifying speed. Their voices are deep and rumbling, like the growl of an angry beast.

Great Goblins are often seen wielding massive weapons, such as enormous axes or hammers, that are as large as a normal man. With these weapons, they are capable of tearing through entire ranks of soldiers, cleaving through armor and flesh with ease.

But it is not just their size and strength that sets Great Goblins apart. They are called 'high bloods' for a reason - they are blessed by the gods of their race, given a special mark of favor that allows them to lead and conquer in the name of their kind. This mark is often seen as a glowing rune on their forehead or chest, a sign of their divine blessing.
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Though Great Goblins are extremely rare, their presence is often enough to strike fear into the hearts of their enemies. They are born only to non-eldritch goblins, but when they do arise, they are often seen as the chosen ones, destined to lead their people to glory and conquest. To face a Great Goblin in battle is to face a true monster, one that is capable of tearing normal men limb from limb.

Drakon are mishapen and terrible, with scales as hard as iron and eyes that glow like molten lava. They are feared and rightfully so by humans, for they have a dark history of enslaving and eating them.

Among their own serpent kind they are just as cruel and arrogant, they dominate and enslave them as well. But as time passed and the world changed, the drakon found themselves struggling to survive. Their once-great cities fell into ruin, their power waned, and their people began to turn on them.
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Desperate and afraid, the drakon turned to dark magic in a bid to save themselves. They sought out powerful sorcerers and made pacts with ancient gods, offering sacrifices of flesh and blood in exchange for the power they needed to maintain the status quo.

At first, their sacrifices were small, as humans meant nothing to them, but as their need grew more desperate, the drakon turned to the only source of flesh they had in mass: themselves. They captured other drakon by the dozens, dragging them screaming and struggling to their sacrificial altars. They spewed acid and used their razor-sharp teeth and claws to rend flesh from bone, consuming their victims with an insatiable hunger. Their bid for power worked, but at a terrible cost...

For centuries afterwards, drakon continued to prey upon humans, their culture and society twisted into something dark and monstrous. They built great temples for their dark gods, offering up sacrifices of humans and other creatures in exchange for power and wealth. And all the while, the humans lived in fear of the terrible creatures that lurked in the mountains, waiting to drag them off to a fate worse than death.

In the end, the drakon's greed and thirst for power proved to be their undoing. During the Black Crusade, the drakon were lead by their warlord Balaur, in service to the Slender Crown. Balaur was slain and the drakon's armies were crushed by the northern alliance after the sudden disappearance of the eldritch god whom they went to war for. They never recovered, and those who survived, once again betrayed their own kind. Turning on them in the last moments of the war in the hopes of a more merciful position afterwards when they were tried in the courts of the surviving human kings.
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Now, the Drakonian Empire is but a distant memory, a dark tale told to scare children and warn of the dangers of power and greed. But some say that the drakon nobility still lives, hiding in the shadows and waiting for the day when they can rise again and reclaim their place in the world.

The sun had just begun to rise over the Black Mountains as the armies of Balaur and Ashbrand prepared for battle. Balaur, a towering drakon warlord, led a massive army of drakon and dark creatures, while Ashbrand, a valiant Oronok king, commanded a force of human knights and warriors.

The battlefield was a wide plain, with no obstacles to hinder the movement of the armies. Balaur chose to divide his army into two wings, with himself leading one and his second-in-command leading the other. He hoped to use his superior mobility to outflank and overwhelm the human army.

Ashbrand, however, had anticipated this strategy and ordered his army to form a defensive line, with the knights in the center and the foot soldiers on the flanks. He knew that his men could not match the drakon in terms of speed and maneuverability, so he chose to rely on their discipline and numbers.

As the two armies clashed, Balaur's wing of the army charged forward, hoping to break through the human lines. But the knights held their ground, and their heavy armor and shields proved to be a formidable obstacle for the drakon. The foot soldiers on the flanks, armed with spears and pikes, drove back the dark creatures that tried to outflank them.

Meanwhile, Ashbrand led a charge with the other wing of his army, hoping to strike at Balaur's second-in-command while he was distracted. The drakon commander was caught off guard, and his wing was quickly routed.

With one wing of his army defeated, Balaur was forced to retreat, hoping to regroup and mount a counterattack. But Ashbrand saw his opportunity and ordered his knights to pursue the retreating drakon. In a fierce battle, the knights and the drakon clashed, their weapons ringing against each other.

Balaur, realizing that the battle was lost, chose to make a last stand. The warlord fought with the fury of a demon, cutting down several knights before finally falling to Ashbrand's sword.

With their leader dead, the drakon army lost heart and began to flee the battlefield. The human army had emerged victorious, but at a great cost. Many brave knights and soldiers had fallen in battle, and the kingdom was left to mourn their loss. Ashbrand himself, was dealt a mortal wound and was carried home on his shield.
 
The city of Ashweald in the Black Mountains of Stetmark is named in Ashbrand’s honor.

In the Age of the Divine, Baur sought to become the supreme deity by overthrowing Mordrannic, initiating a conflict that ravaged the land of Orth. This prolonged struggle endured for 30 days and nights, causing the earth to split apart and transform from a vibrant mountainous forest into a desolate wasteland. Although Baur was ultimately defeated by Mordrannic and brought down in a humiliating manner, their battle was not without repercussions.
The pools of blood spilled by both combatants seeped into the soil, contaminating the aquifers and water sources, and causing the creatures of the land to mutate into feral and oversized versions of themselves. The veil between worlds also became distorted because of their clash, unleashing dangerous storm elementals into the world as a reminder of Mordrannic's influence. Not only did their war scar the land, but it also left a lasting mark on the minds of those whose lives were disrupted and shattered for generations to come.
 
Humans had already gained sentience and established homes and villages, but they were easily victimized by Baur's bid for power, which resulted in their displacement. Forced to flee to the ancestral caves in the mountains, they relied on stored food reserves to survive the harsh winter. In the caves, they lived in darkness for generations, venturing out only at night to scavenge for supplies. The lingering magic of the flora and fauna in the caves slowly altered them, transforming them into larger and stronger beings with unnatural skin hues and warped mindsets.
Centuries passed until their cavernous domains reached capacity, and they were forced to venture out into the world again. However, what emerged from the caves was no longer human. They had become orcs, worshiping the destructive power of what they believed were twin gods. They had successfully reconquered their homeland, and fights broke out among them to determine who would rule. With Baur's religious influence, the question of leadership was inevitable.
 
After months of rioting, the Orcish tribes established the first chiefdoms with their rivalries, resulting in the initial diaspora across Orth and its natural borders. The rest of the age was marked by constant warfare for resources and territory until Orth could no longer contain the chaos, leading to the emergence of new tribes outside its natural boundaries. When news of this spread throughout the land, the tribes began to fragment even further, leading to a mass exodus that brought them into contact with other humanoids.
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During the beginning of the age of muses, many tribes would stampede across the land, ransacking anything in their path, leading to the saying “If you hear thundering and there isn’t a cloud in sight, run.” Additionally, many Orcish tribes made settling far away from Orth their imperative, leading to the saying “Farther from Old land, the better the land.” It is unknown if any of their attempts at sailing were successful. Since the First Era, many tribes have risen and fallen due to internal and external influences, such is the tempestuous nature of their civilization.

Many kingdoms and nations have crusaded against Orcs, reclaiming the lands surrounding Orth and keeping them from spreading further. This has kept their population in check, isolating them from remote Orcish tribes that have settled far beyond the world of what is known to the tribes of Orth, and eliminating the more problematic tribes. Orcs over the ages have gained the reputation of being a destructive force of nature due to their combined worship of Mordrannic and Baur, until the Third era when their devotion became questionable, fragmenting their race further religiously as many turned to the likes of Gru’thul, Noulbor, Uthra, and even the traitor gods themselves. Combined with their constant competition to prove their strength and their desire to be recognized as the strongest race in Ohr, they have become a deadly race to be against. Besides their quarrelsome nature, a blessing from the gods themselves, is that orcs tend to have relatively short life spans. Usually living no longer than 50 to 60 years. Few surviving past 30 due to their violent cultural customs and homelands.

Fortunately for those who oppose them, Orcs have a number of weaknesses. Firstly, their deep-seated fear and paranoia of magic, particularly storm magic, which has been passed down through generations of storytellers recounting the destructive power of Mordrannic. While Orcs value physical strength, the ability to wield magic is viewed as anathema, even among their own kind. Although this belief has been somewhat watered down to superstition, Orcs still attribute much of the world's misery, including their own, to the use of magic.

Secondly, Orcs are vulnerable to disease, despite their hardiness. Without access to proper medical care, they are susceptible to illnesses from other races, particularly those of humans. In the past, entire tribes have been decimated by outbreaks of influenza, which has proven more deadly than battles. Although this threat has been mitigated to some extent due to improved medical practices and the practice of raiding, it still remains a weakness.
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Thirdly, Orcs are opportunistic, preferring to take what they need from others rather than creating their own tools and weapons. This presents opportunities for those who wish to hinder them. In addition, many lowborn Orcs choose to strike out on their own rather than remain loyal to their tribe, resorting to banditry, mercenary work, or even conquering their own tribe under the banner of another tribe or nation. Some tribes have even