? A legendary place of tranquility and knowledge
Long ago, the elves and Ducateon of the Steel Realms, and humans alike would gather south of Ynth on the plains before The Sundering in a place called Dargu Vale. The greatest scholars and their warrior guards would embark upon missions to a place called Ecaslon. It is written that it was a place of great knowledge, that the druids would seek their council when the path was even unclear to them.
In Dargu Vale sat the sacred Flame of Oruu. The flame was a twisting emerald vortex, that pulsated and twined around those who would seek the wisdom of the dwellers of Zermai in the land of Ecaslon. The Sundering saw to its demise.
The Dwellers of Zermai were said to be keepers of ancient knowledge – ways mystic and deeply hidden. Zermai was said to be far beyond the walls of sleep and consciousness. Only the truly brave and bold could seek its path, it was written. There were many perils, and it was surrounded by the stuff of nightmares, an island of sanity and reason amidst an ocean of torment and confusion. Escalon, to those who dwell there, was The Realm of Zermai.