Falling Under

The soil of the realms runs with magic.

Witches, wolfmen, merfolk, and dragons. Pirates and prince's, peasants and rebels.

Curses and spells, bonds and contracts.

The world is filled with odds and ends, the strife of humanity and the struggles of those who are not quite so.

And beneath it all lies Umber.

The kingdom of umber where the magic is strong and the mortals are few and far between. Where flowers talk and and fish learn to walk.

Umber the land of great divide.

The queen of red and the king of tricks.

Two rulers at war where only one is interested in fighting. Two sides, two castles, two thrones. One land.

Rivers of gold and rivers of blood, living chess and dying death.

Umber is a magical place just under,

Found by sailing off the end of the earth, jumping through the looking glass, or following a very lucky rabbit.

A dangerous land where one never knows where they stand.

Where the ground shifts beneath your feet when the clock strikes the hour.

Where even those without can have great power.

All one has to do is fall under to the land of Umber.