Webworld
Somewhere outside the citadel B'lar
Speed: 150 squares a round and accelerating

*Camera spins down and around the silver weave of spider-silk, glistening with dew, glinting with refracted light. As it pulls back we see the entire world is composed of crisscrossing strands of webbing against a diffuse grey background. As we lose focus and refocus, we suddenly get our first sense of scale as we notice something in the distance where the web strands meet together. Not a fly or other insect, no.... but a massive structure, build like a spindle castle, some three hundred feet across and taller than it is long. The webs wrap around the structure, cocooning it, but also connecting it. Barred Gates where the webs meet the structure almost like roads or bridges leading to it.

The webbing under the camera strums and vibrates and suddenly something slides past the camera, dangerously close. A vessel of some sort, sliding down the strand toward the Spindle Castle. Aboard the vessel, pirate rogues raise their cutlasses and fire muskets into the air, yelling out their attack*

This is Webworld. As far as anyone knows, an endless plane of grey wastes with endless spiderwebs filling the void. The webs intersect and attach to a number of floating cities, called the Seven Citadels of the Blood Mages. They are ruthless, powerful wizards who maintain the only bastions for people to live with their floating cities to protect them from the powerful Spiders who create the web-roads. But at such a terrible cost. To live in the citadels is to live under their thumb and to submit to be willing victims for their dark and terrible magic. Magic that demands sacrifice.

But hope is not lost. Living free along the web-roads are bands of pirates. Aboard their slide-ships, conveyances that slide down the webbing at breakneck speeds, able to outdistance the spiders who constantly track them, the Slide-ship swashbucklers raid the Citadels, try to overthrow the evil Blood Mages, and free the people from their evil masters.

Where do these Slide-ship's come from? No one knows for sure. But there is stories of an Eighth Citadel. A hidden Citadel. Somewhere out amongst the webs, perhaps in the very center, where no one dares to journey because the Mother of all Spiders lives there, in the center of the weave of Webworld.