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Much debouchery is to be had in the forests of Pangaea! Women shed their very clothes to dance in the moonlit forests with the Pans of our mighty nation. Murmurs of war rumble in the distant lands, whispers of battles and clashes brought upon the winds reach our ears.

We share a border with the nation of Tien Chi to the north, and our Satyrs watch, bewildered as their mages work so seriously on crafts of the arcane. Why all this seriousness when there is so much fun to be had in this world?

The Ermorian Legions engage in a bloody war with the Vans, pounding out weapons of metals and fashioning shields to protect themselves from death and release from this grand world.

The lady of Springs comes soon, Nemain shall return to this world with a message of hope. No longer shall you humans have to be under the thumbs of false pretenders forcing their will upon you, driving your menfolk to war. When Nemain returns, the world shall be liberated from greed and the pursuit of power over fellow creatures.

A revolution is sweeping this land, this great war that is emerging shall be the last war ever fought if Nemain succeeds, for never again shall there be anyone called a Lord or Peasant in this wonderful world that is meant to be filled with life, not death and despair.