When first settled, The Isles seemed a haven in the middle of an endless ocean. It was said due to its biomes, valleys, and resources, it could offer any busybody with peace, quiet, privacy, and most importantly, uncapped independence.

The Isles O’ Privacy are made up of hundreds of small islands surrounding one, long, continental island. Many tribes grew into parallel cultures, then cities, and now states. For the most part, colonial expansion seemed unnecessary. But that is now changing.

As the population increases, agriculture and trade follows in tow. But City State governments have been slow to keep up with these ever-inflating needs. Theft is a growing problem on sea and land, and those who commit such crimes, despite moral ambiguity, are hunted by the government-funded militants. Hence the name: Privateers.

It is said the views were once wonderful, but in the last few centuries the mountains have been gutted, the forests cleared, and the glaciers melted. There are few serious efforts at conservation, nor funding to do so. Though patches of wilderness still remain, the final frontier seems to rest among the endless Seventh Sea.

The Private Isles have four acknowledged geographical and administrative regions—The West, The South, The East, The North—each with, what can be considered, two “superpower” city states.