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Our world is split up in to quite a few landmasses. Thedas a land that lies towards the north. A land filled with magic, wonder, and strife. Elves come in one varity, lost their history, and are treated like second hand citizens. Mages and magic are seen with fear. Humans spread bloodshed and abuse power. Dwarfs have a system so set in tradition that many suffer underneath it. It is a wonder how the place has not fallen apart yet.
There is a land mass towards the south, across the great sea filled with magic, wonder, and strife. Things are more complex with more cities , more types of creatures and more types of magic. Preconceptions of other races or from different places run strong. Elves don't come in one flavour but, neither do dwarfs or other creatures. Magic is more celebrated then feared in most cases.This place is called Ferun.
Creatures from each land mass tend to found only there. Elves from Thedas remain on Thedas and don't learn much about those in the south. Neither do the humans, the dwarfs or most beings for the matter.
In general the residents of each keep to themselves. Their issues contained by the lands they live in. This works fine in theory at least, but in practice it leaves much to be desired.
- An excerpt from "The wonders of the worlds" written by Sir McBane.