- The nations disbanded, maybe two hundred years ago, after the Great Storm passed. There were too few people left to fill a nation. The Great Storm wiped out billions of people in the first year. The Storm is a misnomer- it was not a storm, but rather a plague that turned people against each other. It started in North America, most agree, in the white, snowy tundras in the British possessions in the north. It was a hardy disease, could withstand the cold. It adapted quickly- spread from animals to human and back again, travelling silently, weaving downwards down the continent into American territory and crossing into Russia. This, of course, was 1811. There was nothing to be done. The disease was airborne, in the bellies of animals, and in the mouths of insects. It was impossible to avoid. Only tens of thousands survived- the disease seemed to have run its course and it disappeared as suddenly and mysteriously as it appeared.
The world, even after two hundred years, has not recovered. The world has been split up into four regions- North, South, East, and West. Cities have crumbled. There are only a few pockets of electrical power left. It is total anarchy; the population has dwindled to just over twenty thousand people. And it seems that someone out there, or nature itself, has taken this opportunity to create a new race- more powerful, advanced. Each of these new superhumans bears a Mark- a planetary symbol. These Gifted people have strong connections to the planets, elements, and direction, and it shows in their birthplaces. Those with Northern affinity are born in the North, those with Western affinity are born in the West, and so on. Not all of these Gifted, Marked people use their natural gifts and talents to improve society.
But all have answered the call to greatness.
The wild is vast and the creatures aggressive. It is unsafe to travel alone. But something calls the Gifted people. Something in the middle. Some of the Gifted people long for power and will take it however they can. Others are romantics, at peace.
Something is calling.
Something is calling.
The x's mark the Capitol of each region
