Shinar was an enormous island that once floated just beyond the boundary of Tel-Kanan. It sank deep into the Sea of Death hundreds of years ago. At its height, Shinar was the most powerful nation in the known Skysea, ruled by Amurah, the so-called Clay King. Amurah’s Code forms a major magical tradition, containing the secrets of transferring souls into clay bodies. Legend has it that the Kananites descended from flesh-and-blood Shinarians who fled or were driven out of their realm by the Clay King’s insane regime. The only survivors of this troubled realm are moss-covered statues—newly awoken after lying dormant for hundreds of years.You’re made of clay. Your “skin” has a yielding texture, harder and denser than flesh but more pliable than fired ceramic. Your face can be as blank or detailed as you like, but your mouth doesn’t move when you talk, and your eyes are hollow, glowing circles. Unless you’re heavily and creatively disguised, everyone easily recognizes you as a Shinarian.You don’t need to eat or breathe, but you do need fresh water, which flows through your body’s intricate internal canal system—and "bleeds" out if you’re sliced open. Time has eroded most of your memories. You’ve been inert for centuries. You remember almost nothing of your past life. This cloud of amnesia severely limits what you know based on your origin.