Once upon a time there was world called Yer. The source of all life in existence pulsing in all beings and through all places was mana. That lead to creation of many races of different shapes and abilities. It was world where man was a man, most of the time, and women was a women, thought in some cases lack of shaving tools could lead to mistakes. In this world martial and magic skill was what allowed it races to survive, thrive and in some rare cases gain immortality, at least until someone kills them.
Once upon a time in the world called Yer there was a continent of Canolfan. It was only one of six continents but its position happened to be in the center of sea routes between all others and had most likely biggest number of different species in one place of all continents. And how it can be presumed when such colorful bunch gathers conflicts become unavoidable. Reasons for them are many from serious to completely silly like stolen dwarven beer that belonged to one of their kings, it was made from certain rare type of mushrooms that take hundred years to grow and I must add it tasted divine and I regret noting.
Once upon a time on the world called Yer, on the continent called Canolfan there was small, comparatively spiking, kingdom of Toredo. From it to the mainland lead only two ways between with was a Lidias lake. South way was only wide on something around 10 kilometers and long on around fifty. Northern road was far wider and had at least 100 kilometers but this territory was taken by one of monster forests where powerful creatures lived and no big group could get through. Having good defensive position and there being much more powerful countries on mainland, especially in land warfare, Kingdom turned to seas and trade to build its position its position and wealth. Really you can get practically everything there even some of the better dwarven bears, I'm not giving you mine buy your own.
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Once upon a time... eh forget it, you know already where, there was a small city called Galata. This place was on shores of Lidias lake and 20 kilometers from northern forest. In this place in certain three story high house build from stone, with great view on the lake you really need to see it if you will have a time, there was screams of new life coming in to the world. Life that will take its place and make its own traces In sands on the road of time in this world, after all I don't believe that any one would think that I would tell all this about simple farmer from nowhere, did you?