Kingdom of Nes and Fitt

The **Great Kingdom of Nes and Fitt** is not a kingdom. Neither it is a state in any shape or form. It is the land of the God of Action resides. The God of Action might not be a true god, but a very powerful spirit that feeds off of danger and adventure. Whatever it trully is, it has crafted the island to be as perilous as possible, a true challenge for survival for any civilised creature. The God of Danger will often pick random individuals from across the world and let them free on the isle (in particular he enjoys picking on the followers of the Goddess of Harmony), to see how they fend for themselves against ever increasing odds: the most dangerous fauna, carnivorous and poisonous flora, terrible floods and scorching heats, tribes of cannibals ready to sacrifice you, monsters extinct everywhere else in the world, pirates that will fight to the death to defend their hidden treasure, hunters that pursue the most dangerous game, explosions that will chase you to improbable distances... Very few of the people brought to the island will survive, but those who learn, adapt and ultimately dominate their inner adventure will be blessed by the God of Action, turning them into apex individuals, reaching beyond the cenit of their physical and mental capabilities.

The God of Action is a strange and eccentric being. It cannot stand still for very long, it gets bored fast and from time to time its need for action will be so great it will make it explode at seemingly random intervals. Those who have seen the God of Action and survive tell the tale of a being looking like a young human man, with strange flashy clothes never seen anywhere else, and talking with a strange accent and jargon, always watching the captured beings he threw into its island.

## The odd Journey of Ilya Antonya Zapalovidakuvna to the Lands of the Gods

*"Getting to the land of stomach or the land of the muscle are journeys demanding of one more than mere skill in adventuring or exploration.*

*The islands personally owned by the divine, their playgrounds in this very step are somewhere you have to be invited... ordinarily. The god of streangth and muscle seems to have very much so have a vendetta against the goddess of calm and peace trough extensive research I have found future victims which the great muscle-bound hand will grab and drag back to his island. Now the problem was a disguise to fool the divine itself!*

*I spent my life savings (give or take a few loans) to get a disguise imbued with magic and went to replace Sister Tanya in her quarters, just as expected the great muscled hand wisked me away. It truly was as magnificent and unnerving as described. Even the fingers had vein-covered muscles.*

*I woke up in a great coliseum of sorts. One would expect more excitement from a divine realm, but demigods of pure muscle merely forced us to work out 8 hours, eat 6 hours (only meat) and sleep 10 hours. Maybe spurred on by the divine power, but I grew in size so much I would squash my own father.*

*This was mearly the beginning though soon we the demigods of muscle kicked us out into the wild. There were no animals, but there were beings of trial. Headless giants which would offer you flesh from their back if you threw a ball further than them, elephants offering golden nectar from their tusks if you managed to push them over. This was the 'ecosystem' of this place and these odd beings engaged each other in their odd contests as well. There was no plants.*

*Most of the 'locals' had become wanderers, wandering alone honing their strength. Strength here does not fade with age, a gentleman I met what was a Khenomeric soldier with a scar left over from the war with the Azanese millenia ago.*

*His muscles had become so grand that he only could get food from other humans for all the 'wildlife' would fear him.*

*I unlike him did not intend to stay here indefinitely. My goal was the land of food, the stomach of the divine and let's hope my assumption that it is easier to cross over from one divine realm to another is easier than from the mortal world to one is true.*

*For that I began touring the various Villages that had sprung out. Or how the demigods called them 'hovels of failures' for the villages were comprised of those who had given up on the challenges and instead traded with wanderers for food.*

*These villages felt surprisingly normal, one could think you are back on the mainland in some primitive village.The materials it was made from were odd though.*

*None knew of a way to the domain of food, but apparently there was a way of off this island. One would have to hide among the raiders from the island of the Volcano god."*