The following text is written in Druidic.
Unknown, Unknown, Unknown, Unknown, Unknown, Unknown, Unknown, Unknown, Unknown, and Unknown. These are the first gods to set foot on our world. What is passed down by the mouth is all that is known about their arrival and their declaration of the construction of the heavens. They gave great gifts, but sought isolation in Unknown, only allowing some pilgrims. When asked about what they did after their arrival, they would only speak of their great construction, but Unknown claimed there was more that wasn't for mortals to know.
When they allowed people to reclaim this land in this new century, I became fascinated by the landscapes in which they lived. They were not natural, nothing like the forests of Unknown. Wild beasts unlike anything I've ever seen roam the forests and everything seems to have a tinge of red. On the border between the dunes of Unknown and the jungles of Unknown, there lies a great gorge. The lands of Unknown are rough and lack resources and more interestingly the are places littered across it that possess latent magics that have been left untouched likely since they first arrived.