A small but resource rich continent in the North Eastern Decifian Ocean.
If one sails far enough south west from Felarun, far out into the expanse of the Decifian Ocean, one will find themselves on the shores of Vorosia, a small but extremely resource rich continent shrouded in a mysterious mist.
This land was once the home of a number of ancient and diverse civilizations, all claiming a region of the island as their own and existing in a mostly unsteady peace. However, around the year 3156, the first of the Trudgehill Trading Company ships arrived from Felarun and made landfall on its western shores, dubbing the continent "Vorosia", and the great volcano at its peak "Mount Voros", after their leader at the time. Despite it already having held a name from its original inhabitants; Mystvel.
They quickly established a settlement on a small uninhabited island on the north western coast, Trudgewater, and immediately began harvesting all the natural resources on the island. They cut down the forests to build their homes, they quarried the stone to build their keeps and mined the gold, silver and gems to fill their pockets. Indeed, it was quickly discovered that this land was extremely rich on natural resources.
It was soon discovered by the T.T.C. spies that there was an even greater abundance of resources, specifically precious gemstones, on the mainland. And so, as is their way, the T.T.C. amassed and sailed across the strait that divided Trudgewater from the mainland. They made landfall and quickly established a fortified encampment. The encampment grew as more and more soldiers and settlers made their way from Felarun, eventually leading to the foundation of a new town, Lyrus.
It was around this time that smoke began to pour from the top of Mount Voros, and the mists first began to rise around its base to spread across the whole of Vorosia. The mists weaved through the jungles, down the rivers, over the walls and into the towns, bringing with it nightmarish creatures and death. It spread from coast to coast, bringing terror to all it touched, regardless of culture or creed.
However, in the midst of all this chaos, there was one kingdom that not only survived their encounters with the mists, but overcame the creatures within with secrets of magic and alchemy; the country of Dro'Khan. They were the most advanced of all the civilizations on this island, and were directly descended from the ancient gem dragons, and wielded their power to deadly effect when needed. Though, they preferred to spend their time in peace and solitude whenever possible.
Realizing that they stood in an advantageous position, cut off from the mainland by all but a thin natural bridge, but that they would still eventually succumb to the mists as time went on, Emperor Vulshen, Lord of Dro'Khan sent envoys to all corners of the land that were still held by its original inhabitants. With those envoys he sent an offer of refuge, and an assurance of protection, if they would agree to unite under a single banner; his own.
Many took him up on his offer, choosing to swallow their pride for the sake of their people's survival, and together they fortified their new land, with both magic and science, using the very mountains as a natural divider against the fogs that crept across the bay. Those who refused the offer of the Lord of Dro'Khan, were quickly consumed by the mists, along with the T.T.C. settlers, all of whom vanished, leaving all the settlements, including the great city of Trudgewater, utterly abandoned. Soon after, the smoke ceased rising from Mount Voros and the mists began to recede for good.
However, despite the conflicts it was facing back in Felarun, the T.T.C. was not willing to give up their investment so easily, and sought to return to the shores of Vorosia. However, they were unwilling to suffer the same losses and whereas they had previously sent the best and brightest to explore and settle this new land, now they sent only a small force, made up of mostly convicts and nondesirables who had been given a choice between either a life of in chains or a chance to settle a new world, under the employment of the Trudgehill Trading Company.
Now left unhindered to expand as they saw fit, the T.T.C. wasted no time in establishing handfuls of new settlements wherever they found areas rich in resources, even settling in the ruins of once thriving towns. Settlers and soldiers poured into the ports by the hundreds, somehow turning Trudgewater into a thriving city in a matter of months. New families moved into empty homes, still furnished by the possesions of those that the mist had claimed, and soon the streets overflowed with people and filth.
The stripping of resources began anew on the mainland. Filth began to flow into the oceans from Trudgewater, along with the bodies of the unfortunate souls who were unable to claim their fortune in this violent new land, or those who were killed by others seeking to do the same. Crime ran rampant, people starved in the streets and all the while, black smoke from Trudgewater's industrial district continued to leave an inky black streak across the sky. Its a wonder that anyone noticed at all when smoke once again began to rise from Mount Voros, but the mists were hard to miss and they once again spread from the base of the volcano.
However, the T.T.C. had come prepared for this eventuality, and had done their research. For years they had tried to have their spies infiltrate the land of Dro'Khan, and when they had finally succeeded in learning the secret to fighting the mists, they wasted no time in turning its invention towards devastating weapons of war. Despite these new weapons however, their loses are often great and a deadly disease has begun to spread through the population, growing worse as the piles of corpses grow higher. That being said, there are always new souls arriving on the ships, and the coin continues to flow into the pockets of the Trudgehill Trading Company.