In ages long forgotten, during the reign of the Old Gods, Kamazad was a vast green plain, until the day it became the battleground of titans. No one remembers what they fought for, nor which of them triumphed. When the clash ended, their colossal bodies lay still, buried beneath ages of ice and snow, and over eons their remains rose into the very mountains that now dominate the land.

Kamazad remained silent and forsaken until the nomadic Borean tribes ventured into the region. There, the first Shamans heard the distant murmurs of the slumbering titans and saw the Tapestry shimmering with uncanny clarity across the sky. They understood then that they shared a bond with this land, and with the titans themselves.

Over generations, the Borean people became one with the mountains. Exposed to the raw magic emanating from the titans’ ancient bodies, they began to change: their skin hardened like stone, crystalline growths formed across their face, and their stature grew tall and powerful. The titanic corpses became sacred places of worship, adorned with hanging bells, carved symbols, and offerings of reverence.

But as the world darkens, countless nations have turned their gaze toward Kamazad and its near-limitless magical resources. And now, the Borean Shamans hear the voices of the titans more clearly than ever, no longer weary whispers, but insistent calls urging to be awakened. The day approaches when the mountains themselves may rise.