Life in the Cage

The world I have had in my mind for years is really just a prison for the inhabitants. All who have ventured out into the world have never returned.

To the west are the Wild lands. Rolling hills, massive forests, dry deserts, and other inhospitable lands. Many attempts have been made to colonize the Wild Lands, all have failed. The creatures that roam the lands are only described in myth, and all are described as death incarnate. To the distant west are the Elf lands.

The rest of the lands are surrounded by vast seas, and no expedition has returned. The common thought is that there are sea monsters that swallow the ships whole. In reality a race of water breathing humans destroys the ships and places the ship's crew on a safe island. They feel that land humans are trespassing, and the other lands are populated with horrors that no human should ever have to face.