Your World

Project Snowstorm

For the People of the Lake, your people as you begin to play the game, the world is rather small: an almost circular valley holding a large lake whose shores are dotted with the People’s small villages.

The People mostly just call the lake “The Lake,” but they all know it has another name, a name given it by the Ancients: Ha’achekan, The Lake of the Terrible Sky. Since the sky above the lake is no more or less terrible than any other patch of sky, the name seems meaningless to the People.

But then, that is true of most of the names the Ancients left behind. Although they have lived on the shores of Ha’achekan for several generations, the People still retain some knowledge of the outside world they fled. They know that to the north lie the Poisoned Lands, Kamikabalsek in the tongue of the Ancients. There, at least, the name makes sense, for nothing grows in that blighted desert of rock and sand save a few twisted, evil-looking plants…and, it is said, twisted, evil-looking monsters.

West of the Poisoned Lands lies the the Blackice Sea, Sibarikabaj. It seems that whatever poisoned the Poisoned Lands has leached away into its icy waters. Black as ink, they both freeze and burn the skin, and at times give off noxious, choking vapors. If anything lives in the stygian depths of the Blackice Sea, the fishermen of the People of the Lake want nothing to do with it.

To the east, the mountains soar ever higher into The Teeth of the Sky: Ajehikajware. All but impenetrable, capped by snow and ice even in the heat of summer, riven by storms and subject to earthquakes that bring enormous landslides crashing down the granite slopes, they hide everything that lies beyond them. The People of the Lake have only a few names remaining in their lore to hint at the world on the other side of Ajehikajware: Kaquljanawala (Stormwater Sound) and Kotzaquaplo (The Walls of the Sea).

Both names hint that beyond the Teeth of the Sky lies the legendary ocean, a body of water, it is said, so large that it takes many days to sail across—a concept difficult for the People of the Lake to grasp.

Still, every once in a while some young fisherman decides to leave the shores of Ha’achekan to see what fish might grow in that ocean, if it really exists. So far, not one has returned.

The Teeth of the Sky, the People say, are like the jaws of a dragon: those who enter them do not return.