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Cradle of Empires, Scarred by Stars
Al’Mahoun is a continent steeped in ancient power and celestial memory—a land where the ruins of long-dead empires still hum with forgotten magic, and where the scars of cosmic ambition remain etched into stone, sand, and soul. It was here, in ages past, that the Tul-Dar first rose to prominence, mastering the art of spirit-binding and daring to pierce the mysteries of the stars. Theirs was a legacy of wonder and hubris, one that would echo through time and end in cataclysm.
Lying east of Mentralin, across the Golden Sea, Al’Mahoun was once connected to its western neighbor by a great land bridge—a vital artery of culture, magic, and war. That bridge was shattered in the upheavals that followed the Raising of the Veil, leaving behind the broken chain of islands now known as the Stepping Stones. Treacherous and spirit-haunted, these isles are all that remain of the old crossing, and they now stand as both gateway and graveyard between continents.
In the present age, much of Al’Mahoun remains a mystery to outsiders. The desert empire of Pharos endures in the west, ruled by immortal Sorcerer-Kings who channel the power of the stars through ancient obelisks and void-bound rites. To the north and inland, the Tlaxcaltec city-states thrive in jungle-cloaked highlands, preserving blood-bound traditions and ancestral pacts untouched by Pharosian corruption. To the east stretch the Sachran Wastes, a wind-swept and broken land inhabited by the nomadic Sachran—descendants of Tul-Dar survivors who abandoned the great cities and now live in reverent distance from the shattered bones of their past.
Al’Mahoun is a continent of paradox: a land where spiritual devotion and voidcraft walk hand in hand, where forgotten gods dream beneath jungle roots, and where cosmic secrets lie dormant beneath the dunes. Magic here is old—older than the Veil, older than memory—and its remnants are not always dormant.
What follows are the known regions of Al’Mahoun, gathered from the accounts of explorers, seers, and broken maps smuggled across the sea. Much is still unknown. Much is better left that way.