The Arvarian Country is the last flicker of a world burning in magnificent decadence. The Arvarii, who inhabit its core are people who despise violence and love the arts, and whose manners, honed by centuries of refinement, have bred a society so intricate that "polite" has become a synonym for "cryptic". They are the keepers of knowledge and beauty, and a prophecy says that their fall shall be the fall of both Man and Reason in the world. Around, and below, the Arvarii live rough people used to violence: Hilmi, Clenii, Dargavs, Lemures, Driops and Nebrii. Beyond these are the realms of the Umbrae, where Man and Reason do not dwell, the borders of which close in slowly on what is left of humanity.
 And at the edge of civilisation stands Adamantia, capital of a tattered, waning empire, cold and misty half the year and an inferno the other half, teeming with murderous plots and devoted to the formal worship of immaginary gods; this is maybe where the final, silent battle is fought, where maybe a handful of braves can be the heralds of a new beginning.
 Can you be one of them, master the subtleties of these enigmatic lands and push the Umbrae even an inch away, or will they cloud your mind and make you their unknowng slave? Explore the rest of this site and maybe you'll learn: soon it will be open in front of your eyes.