Glorianna - The World

The World

The gameworld of the series is called Gloriana and is basically a fairy tale mirror version of Earth. Countries and continents explored in the Games are Spielburg (Game 1; German folklore), Shapeir (Game 2; Arabia of 1001 Nights), Tarna (Game 3; African mythology, esp. Egypt), Mordavia (Game 4; Slavic mythology) and Silmaria (Game 5; Greek mythology). Adventures, Monsters and Story of the games are usually drawn from legends of the respective mirrored region, although there are several cross-over exceptions, like the eastern European Baba Yaga that also appears in the first game.

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