Three-Hundred and fifty years ago a species a new race of people began to emerge on Mobius, or rather, arrive on Mobius. From across the seas, masters of the newfounded seafaring and navigational skill founded their way by boat to the ancient continent. Though, they didn’t expect what they would find there. At first, a small group of explorers would disembark from the shore of their homeland, King’s Cove, to explore the newfound continent in search of riches and trade goods. They would find so much more. First arriving along the shores of the beastmen in Itomori, they thought they had hit the jackpot a land rich with culture and diverse races of people, though hostile, were exciting for bright eyed adventurers. They pushed further into the newfoundland and what they found there would shock them beyond their imaginations. Though they had powerful races that would raise alarm for the average human, they’d never met such a powerful and violent combination of people before. Demons with their unholy powers, and elves with their holy powers seemed something beyond comprehension. Though despite their disposition toward one another, neither seemed outwardly hostile to the new race, though not welcoming in the slightest. Discrimination and slander would spread about the humans names across the two races territories, before they’d even had a chance to prove themselves, but the more the explorers thought, the more they wondered how they even would prove themselves. The volatility of the two races, locked, it seemed, in an eternal war with merely brief pauses, dissuaded the humans. There was talk of not returning to Mobius, to leave the monsters to their wars and continent to devour themselves whole.
Until a concerned group of humans began to question the adventurers, their main concern was that if the humans had found Mobius, what was stopping the populace of Mobius from finding where they lived? If the humans had discovered it, surely these stronger races could just as easily. No, it was the humans duty to keep an eye on the other races, observe, report back, and attempt to befriend. From among a group of select humans, known for their loyalty and discretion, a council was made to rule the new world humans from the shadows. Within the first hundred years the humans had laid roots in Mobius, far from the other races. About the base of Mt. Grafsea, the humans set up a large kingdom, deemed Yoleffiel by its inhabitants. A prosperous center of trade and a hub of culture, where bits and pieces of learned knowledge become immortalized in written form to be carried back to the homeland for study. Known for its bountiful riches and generosity towards people within their respective businesses, and hospitality, despite the consistent prejudices from the other races. As long as you set your racial features aside, all people are welcomed and respected within the walls of the great city. Within the walls you will find Mobius's finest artisans and educators mastering their respective trades and schools while teaching those who will learn.
