- Urtagh – The only world that remains. A realm molded by the Gods’ dark whims, where existence is defined by the weight of iron and the length of one’s chain.
- Gajah – The “Old World.” A dead memory. For the inhabitants of Urtagh, Gajah is a corpse that will never rise again. It is where the “newly claimed” originate before they wake up on the cold stone of the pens.
- Amja-la – The Eternal Capital. Once the jewel of the Gamyu-na, now the seat of power for the conquerors. It is home to the mountain-sized monument of Princess Mji-la.
- Gamyu-na – The “Soft Ones.” An ancient, peace-loving folk who believed thick walls could protect them from destiny. Their civilization ended when the gates of Amja-la were opened to the horde.
- Kekru-Gha – The “Savages of the Wastes.” Furious, hungry, and relentless warriors from the northern barrens. Under the warlord Barak-thura, they dismantled the old world and built the new one on its ruins.
- Mji-la – The Sacrificial Princess. The ruler of Amja-la who surrendered her body and freedom to save her people. Every woman in Urtagh now follows the path she carved—be it as a wife or a slave.
- Barak-thura – The Young Wolf. The legendary warlord of the Kekru-Gha who accepted Mji-la’s surrender and tore down the walls of the old world.
- Kakru-te & Yamji-na – The High Gods. Their divine union/subjugation serves as the cosmic blueprint for all relationships in Urtagh. As the God claimed the Goddess, so does the man claim the woman.
- To-kru Pekra – A title of supreme martial authority within the Kekru-Gha tribes. It denotes a Great Warrior-King who has proven his dominance through blood and iron. To hold this title is to be the living embodiment of the tribe’s fury, answering only to the High Gods.
- Omji-Kru-thak Chronicler of the End Times. A shadow-like figure with fingers permanently stained by obsidian ink, said to be mixed with the blood of the fallen and the dust of Gajah. He is the silent watcher of Urtagh, an obsessive observer who records every massacre and every whisper with brutal neutrality. Stooped and withered, draped in a cloak of ancient, forgotten parchments, he believes that the realm is a labyrinth with no exit, and his only purpose is to document its inevitable collapse. His chronicles are the only source of truth in a land built on lies, filled with bitter notes and a cynical eye for the smallest, most harrowing details of survival.