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A continent of fairies and a world with a tree that reached into the heavens, holding together everything.
That was all this world was.
From what I’ve heard, many fairies came here to seek independence from the gods, in an abode unique to them so they could further themselves. The fairies still coexist with the gods, and generally they are all equal between each other, or at least that’s what I’d like to think.
Besides that, this world is vast and filled with many wonders, some more deadly to the average person than others. The continent itself is split into 9 different territories for its 9 different races of fairy. Obviously, there are some «Neutral Zones» both within and in the middle of all the owned land, but you don’t see too many races intermingling in or near each other's capitals.
There supposedly is a secret race at the top of the World Tree, «Yggdrasil», in The «Floating City» belonging to Fairy King Oberon and his Queen Titania. It’s said that they are the «Alfs», and unlike the rest of the fairies they have access to unlimited flight, a true unobtainable dream to a lot of us.
But that’s just the lore of this world, and it’s all we’ve been afforded to know so far.
To us eight thousand or so players trapped in the game, we consider this land called «Alfheim» a prison, one which we must escape from lest we wish to perish. But I guess in reality, I shouldn’t be calling this place by its in-game name, to us players, our prison is truly known as…
«Alfheim Online»