The anger of Minthiia hangs over the land and all of it’s people. The storms and wild unpredictable tides make it hard for the average person to travel far.

Looming over all is a feeling of pressure and weight, isolation runs deep in the dark waters around the divecities.

The constant feeling of insignificance given by proximity to such colossal entities and the empire’s continued failure to find their great mother makes the average citizen more reckless, searching for other meaning. The soldier more devoted to the cause so they may see their missing mother, the shamans rabid with cultish rituals of every kind to show that there is still hope, and the mages creating like madmen in their dark labs, celebrating every new invention with lavish parties.

They have all comes to terms with the fact that there are things they will never know entirely, things they will never understand, so they thrive in the things they can control.

The path used to travel by the Mithiians, the place of decay and the origin of all the abominable things that cause the empire’s erratic and chaotic environments. Portals to the void exist across the empire, it’s power harnessed by warships, engines, and mages. They don’t know all that lies inside, but they know they have some control over it’s waste and it’s fringe energies. It is traced back to the birth of their gods, a source universal to some degree, but still impossible to understand entirely.

The void is open to their gods, their shamans, their researchers, their soldiers, and their undead.

The void is the test for all who wish to become a soldier, the test for all shamans, the test for all who seek influence, but it is not required to observe it if you are a lowly citizen. Be wary of the voids and be wary of those who failed to withstand their tests against it.

Undeath or Half-Life is the greatest boon in the empire, given to the greatest leaders and soldiers, given to heroes and shamans who stand out among the rest. The Mithiians mastered undeath before their arrival on Abraeas’Dor, and continue to protect their secrets to this very day.

To be undead is to be eternal, to be capable of searching forever more for the great mother, Minthiia. Undeath is regarded as greater than full life, and to be whole is to be called Full, while the blessed are called Eternals.

The societies and nations of Mithiias use undead of all types and sizes for their manual labor, they train lichdom as simple education, and undeath is the goal for most of Mithiias’s citizenry.

The many mobile lands of Mithiias have radio contact, even some simple forms of film entertainment, but the vast amount of pressure underwater and the unpredictable influence of the Ire and the Void make it harder for communication and unity to form between different islands, especially while moving.

The people on the divecities often have their own societal structure and own societal woes. Their communication with other islands or the mainland’s is full of interruptions, making the people more isolated socially than most. It is not uncommon to find citizens who have never left their island, much less seen the wider world outside of Mithiias. As such, the people in localized areas have strong bonds and pride in their home city.

While the military and ruling class of the empire may be full of eternals and people blessed by krosis strains or powers from, the void, the average citizen is prone to risky behavior and chasing daredevil-like thrills to give life a meaning. This often leads the average person to using drink and dangerous games to show the world that they were there, that they existed.

Radio programs and entertainment in black and white can be found throughout the empire, with the average person showing off their bravery and foolish pride for the cameras in the strange hallways of the divecities and in the mountains around major cities on the gods.

Seeking thrills and chasing love with everything they have makes the Mithiian citizenry a wild and strange people, visitors and diplomats often admiring their courage in the face of such unknowable things and beings that make little to no sense.

The sentient ooze-like humanoids made from the Oil of Decay and Deadoil used throughout the empire, taking on tall, lanky, and faceless humanoids or even the forms of sentient ooze octopi, squids, and humanoid whale forms. These are the second most common species unique to the Mithiian empire. These are classified as oozes in racial categories. They can fit into spaces of one inch or less, are amphibious, and can grow and shrink their size normally as a natural ability. These people are a common sight among the Mithiians and make up the largest number of outer world adventurers due to their incredible intelligence and endurance, gaining bonuses in Constitution + Wisdom/or Intelligence.

The sentient species of the Krossan strains, people who gave themselves entirely to the strains, people who chose to become a sentient strain themselves. The Krovooans are citizens in the empire, and are regarded as “celestial” in terms of mortal species, and take on a mutated form and take on any wild shape that someone may choose to be. These creatures always have several strange tentacle-like tails and are always rather hard to see when you look them in the eyes, the Krovooans being born of cosmic power in the great hives all around the Mithiian Empire. These people are a chosen people of the mithiian gods and the mithiian society. They have traits like mutants, strange bodies, range from small to large, and have a set of unusual abilities that you can choose from to build your Krovooan.

The legendary stone, frost, storm, and sea giants of the empire make up the largest population of around 11.6 million residents and citizens.

Sacred to Mithiians history, and viewed as the primary race of the empire by the government, most parts of society are built around them and their size to accommodate the massive size gap between themselves and medium sized humanoids.

The Social Hierarchy is as follows; Frost Giant, Storm Giant, Stone Giant, Sea Giant.

These are the children of those who looked into the eyes of the Mithiian Gods, the children raised to serve the divine and the unknown, who failed their initial testing and became voidborn, voidchildren, the faceless of the void. Their minds were lost in the process of the testing, and there is one with The Krosis Strain, not unlike the Krovooans, but more aggressive, more emotionless, and less complete as mortal beings. These people are gifted with many unique abilities and when they become adventurers they have recollected themselves enough through training and discipline among the Eternal Cohort to adventure on their own. They might have failed initial testing as children, but as adults they are more or less stable once again, just without some features of mortals that most have throughout their lives. Their lifespans are extended by 100 years past their normal racial lifespans, and this subspecies of humanoid are considered aberrations in category. These humanoids do not have eye colors, just black pools of inky oil of decay where their eyes should be, and their body and skin tone are often a dark murky mottled blue and grey, their skin tough and fishlike, and their faces often dark grey with rings of strange blue marking across their cheeks, necks, and chests. Their sweat is black oil, but their minds function as others do, without empathy and without love, but they understand reasoning. These types of adventurers are often descended from true Voidpeople, and over time, their bloodline has regained some level of consciousness, empathy, logic, and reasoning. Voidchildren retain no original traits from their origin species, but instead gain amphibious breathing, resistance to fire and psychic damage, and gain bonuses to seeing and identifying magical items and things that don’t make logical sense. Their durability is in the mind while their bodies are far more frail and weak. They gain a big bonus to Wisdom and Constitution.

These are the abominable fiends of the dark depths of the ocean and the rivers of the world, adopted into the mithiian society and forsaking their own origins as fiends and devils. There are many subspecies of Fathomfiend, but they are rare to find in mithiian society, and quite rare as adventurers, choosing often to live in their own compounds on the bottom of the ocean, serving the dead gods of the mithiians ancient world, the people believing that they can be brought back or reborn again, taking a different spin on the Ire than the rest of the Mithiian world. These fiends are often dark blue and grey in color, take on humanoid shark, whale, starfish, eel, and alligator forms with strange ethereal tails that act as propellers underwater, They are amphibious and still retain a normal of fiendish and infernal powers changed to cold and water themes. These are fiends or outsiders in classification, and are between medium and large size normally.