The kingdom of Oambru is a strange one. The people there worship a pantheon of gods who, according to them, spend much more time building new worlds then mucking about with this one. They speak of The Dagda, a creator god of old whose insights into reality were legendary, and of his fall from grace as weaker beings accused him of theft. They speak of He of Stone and Fire, the restless god, whose mad ramblings through creation leave hundreds of half created worlds, ever awaiting his return and hoping for completion. They speak of the faceless one, with a thousand voices, who speaks many words and forges realities from dust, then departs, or changes, or crushes them with a thought.