Story
You will be roleplaying in the North Shore Peninsula. The continent it is attached to is currently being ravaged by dragons once again. Long ago this land was indeed ruled by dragons but that changed when the now patron god of this land, Chyketh, created his own race of Dwarves to rule it. He hand once lived among the Dwarves for many of years until they discovered his divine identity, at which point he left to create a race in their image. Although considered Dwarven, they are so in name only which is why many simply refer to them Chwarves. The Chwarves are beings of metal and ore, who had the ability to merge any two elements or minerals together. Not just metals, but also elements like fire and water (i.e. and not just steam, but equal properties of both). When they reached of age, they would merge armor onto their mannequin-like features. Outside of this, and the few artifacts they left, not much is known of the race. After the Chwarves fought off the dragons, the dragons began to plague surrounding continents. This eventually led to years of foreign invasion as they were both fleeing the dragons and resentful of the Chwarves. The dragon did not give up their former kingdom either, raiding all over the shores of this continent. The Chwarves held them at bay, for well over 4,000 years. They crated large walls and mega-structures of gemstone and metal throughout their continent wide empire. In time they lost favor with (most of) the gods, who helped start an internal civil war and tipped the scales against their favor. A combined effort of Gods directly acting on the mortal world, a civil war between races seeking independence, elder dragons, and hordes of foreign invaders hammered Chwarves on all side until they simply vanished. Gods parishes, races gained independence, and foreigners gained vast shorelines of territory. For the briefist of moments, there was a peace. Then the dragons swarmed the now under-defended cities, with the exception of the North Shore Peninsula. This continued for 400 years until a Rift moved the whole continent, where it stayed for 150 years, plagued by daily Rifts bringing in more and more creatures. You and your party have been brought here, viva one of these Rifts in space and time (or you are simply native to this land), where you have been captured and imprisoned by strange mechanical constructs for about 3 months. These mechanical beings would grab "test subjects" at random to never return. Their faction, known to you as Skynet, housed you in a laboratory-n-prison close to the Great Wall and after a raid by some elder dragons you and a small militia of prisoners managed to climbed the wall (utilizing a makeshift ladder in the dead of night), successfully escaping into the North Shore.
