Drahal, the World of Joining.
Imagine this for me:
A world both infinitely far away and alien to you, yet just before you - and so similar in so many ways. It has seen the birth of gods, wars of angels, times of peace, hardship, suffering - and times of great love. Heroes come and go, carried to this world where technology and magic are one and the same, their adventures becoming but faded legends, in time.
Populated over time by many races, from many realms - from Humans to Kree'th, and from Mice to Dragons - creatures you will never be able to imagine and you probably will never see.
It is a world of great beauty, lush green forests, towering snow-capped mountains. Huge lakes and the grand oceans beyond. Things those heroes fought to protect from great evils. This world has long since forgotten it's old purpose, it's origins, and has made it's own story.
I'm telling you about this because I know this is the last time I will ever see it, in this form at least. It's become... like a second home for me, where I was