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Anyone with a proper eye might notice that some of the finer clothing on these children of the streets were the old and rusted equipment of a certain disgraced knights. Anybody that knew of the merchant who ran a house for the street urchins would definitely know better, not that anybody wanted to socialize with someone who vexed the God-Queen.
The first orphan stood at the gates of the palace and signaled to the others and begun to tug at the knights. "Hey, oi knight sir! Milord knight! Hey!" The orphans almost sung in unison, circling around the two guards with smiles. "I need somefin'." echoed the female urchin, smiling.
A figure stood away from the orphans, leaning against a wall with a hand on the khopesh tied to his left side, watching his orphans at work. Sven coudn't help wondering if he was even allowed nearby anymore, if so, the merchant bet he could outrun the fools. It's what running after a bunch of grubby orphans did to you.
Vendors were lined around the palace walls, yelling out what goods they had to offer. Their prices were exorbitant and only the rich were able to purchase. Withering apples and molded cheese were left for the poor to buy. It was all the could afford. A merchant may have been able to score a small tart made with aged horse meat.
The God-Queen's Knights were busy keeping urchins in order and preparing themselves for rioting. Of course, there would be no uprising today. A sacrifice made in the God-Queen's honor was always a treat for the citizens of Iracot. It was one of the very few times that Sarene Iracot came to see her people, outside of the Palace walls.
Cordelia was amoung the knights at the gates, watching the people who gravitated toward the courtyard where the sacrifice was to take place. Her ice-blue eyes watched the street urchins carefully. They were tugging on a fellow knight. Cordelia fought against a smile, training her face to remain neutral. It would be a disgrace against the God-Queen if she allowed herself to become distracted.
Cordelia spoke a few words to her comrade and walked toward the children.
"Where is your guardian?" Cordelia asked them, looking down at each of the children in turn. She stood well above them, tall for a woman yet still short compared to the other Knights. Her armor gleamed a polished silver and the halberd in her hand was very fine.
"Children are not to be left unattended in the streets during a Sacrifice to the God-Queen. Run along now to your guardian before you are taken into custody. The Knights are not here for your pleasure," Cordelia said to them. She did not want to be so harsh with children but it was her duty to the God-Queen. There were no exceptions, even for urchins.
Magnus had heard a rumor spreading that was deadly. He had not told a soul aside from his beloved wife. Elana was the most trustworthy person in all of Althaea in his eyes. The man could no longer look citizens in the eye lest he attempt to find blasphemy and rebellion in them. A look of intention or illegal contraband was enough to disappear from Iracot without a trace. The convicted were sacrificed just as Riyo Shikiro was the be sacrificed today.
The rumor had been spread by the servant; a rumor of the God-Queen being mortal. It had spread like wildfire throughout the palace and spilled into the streets. Riyo should have been a more intelligent boy and kept his mouth shut. Though, Magnus instantly denied the claim.
The God-Queen could not bleed. She was immortal and Heaven Incarnate.
It was right that he should die for his blasphemy and those affiliated with him were lucky to have turned him in or else they, too, would be sacrificed along side of him. Riyo had brought this on himself and there was none else to blame.
Magnus stopped at a vendor and looked down at a simple but elegant necklace worked in gold with a small ruby pendant. He instantly thought of Elana. Just a thought and Magnus felt his heart being tugged toward her. She was the most beautiful thing he had laid eyes on, except for the God-Queen Sarene. He had loved her from the very first moment and now Elana was his wife.
How he had gotten such a prize was unknown to Magnus.
He bought the trinket at its outrageous price and thanked the vendor. Magnus then set off to find his wife in the crowd of people.
Elana gracefully cut her way through the crowd towards the sound of the crying child. She had seen him, although she had not been certain where his mother had gone. As she finally got to the boy, she pulled her dress so that it was easier bend down to look at the boy in the face. "There there little one.." She whispered, her voice calm and as warm and soft as velvet. It pulled the sobbing boy's attention like magic, his eyes growing wide at the sight of the woman. "It will be alright, promise. Let's sit and talk until your mother can find you.."
She would spot Magnus just as the mother came to claim her child. The mother was hot faced and worried, hugging her boy to her as if she would never let him go again. It was obvious the disappearing boy had not been noticed sooner, as she had five other children holding on to her strings, the youngest looking barely old enough to walk. "T-thank you missus.." The woman said before scampering away with her children in tow.
Elana stood, brushing off her dress gently before turning to Magnus with a warm, delicate smile. Elana was a mysterious woman, even her husband did not know all her secrets and she kept it that way. Her motto was always keep a silent tongue unless it was necessary, and even then never tell the full truth. Not that she meant to lie, but to tell them only what they wanted to hear. Magnus had never asked about certain parts of her past, and she was not willing to share them until she had to, which she fully intended to never have to.
But oh did she love him! Her heart throbbed harder just at his sight and she wanted to leap into his arms upon sight-- If it had been proper for a lady to do so in public. Girls did that, ladies did not. Instead, she hastened her step towards Magnus and gently placed a kiss on his cheek. "I was looking for you earlier.. But I got side-tracked... I am sorry.." She said just as calmly and warmly as she had spoken to the child.
Approaching the crowd, she noticed her parents stood tall, putting duty before heart. Shaking her head to them, she turned and nudged her way to the front; glad it was her day off. It hadn't began yet, but she wanted to whisper a final message to her beloved friend before his time came... Too early if you asked her.
"Oh, if he'd just kept such nonsense to himself!" She pleaded in whisper to herself, uselessly hoping it would make time go backwards enough for her to fix a situation as tragic as this. Questioning the God-Queen was mighty wrong. Everyone knew of her, most would give an arm to represent her. Orfea guarded her, and yet both of her arms stayed contact... Ignoring the broken mechanic one, of course. Deciding she could push her way back through later, she shoved herself over to the stalls and got herself a good nibble to distract herself. Chewing on her delicious (and rather expensive) nibbles, she stood in the corner.
Any who passed her stared, but it was no interest of hers why. Not that day. She still let her head dull down to the street, having that she'd made that day a day of silent respect to Riyo.
"I thought you were of smarter kind, dear Riyo, I truly did..." She muttered in heart-break; wishing the day to end just as quick as it seemed to begin.
"Sven's not allowed here anymore, miss knight. He said so, we just wanted to see the knights and he said it would be okay for a little bit. We wanted to see the God-Queen. Doesn't she care about us too?" The oldest replied, his voice did not successfully hide the fear he felt, his voice wavering a few times.
"I don't wanna be arrested either though, please." The second orphan said, his smile disappearing. "They say there's ghosts and vampires down there." The first echoed to his makeshift brothers. "I don't like ghosts." The female orphan blurted, the hand off her mouth.
One of the orphans gestured towards their guardian who was leaning against a wall and at a fair distance away from the palace.
Sven watched from a distance, his foot planted on the wall and picked up the sacks of groceries he'd bought for the rest of the orphans, waiting for his charges to return to him like a flock of sparrows. The ex-knight wished he could go and collected them, but the thought of not being able to do much with them without a head stopped him.
His finger tips threaded into the hair at her temples and Magnus dropped his hands. He was a Knight and public affections, while not against the rules, were inappreciable.
"I will have to leave soon to report for duty. Shiabiann has been asking for you again. Just this morning one of her ladies stopped by with a message for you. You are not to work for that woman, do you understand?" Magnus asked. His voice was gentle as his touch but the warning was clear in his tone.
Working in the pleasure district was a well sought out job, especially for Shiabiann Xao-Lai. Magnus wanted no other man touching his wife. Elana belonged to him and to him solely.
"I got you a gift," he said before she could reply. Magnus pulled out the necklace from a small velvet pouch and offered it to Elana.
"First off," Cordelia said, resting the pole of her halberd into the crook of her elbow. "The God-Queen adores all of her subjects, even the smallest of you all. And Sven? I know this name. This is your guardian?" she asked. When the child pointed, Cordelia's gaze followed and her suspicions were confirmed.
"Come with me. All of you," Cordelia demanded. She walked toward the recently denounced knight and stood before him with an air of righteousness. He had trained her in the barracks courtyard. They had known each other and were good acquaintances. Cordelia had once considered Sven to be a friend but now mere association tainted her progression with the knights. Being seen with him could jeopardize her chances at becoming a Dragoon; the most mysterious sect of knights in the army, the God-Queen's ghosts.
"Sven Khagal. There are your wards. They were left unattended. You should know better than to allow urchins to run without their guardian in the streets, especially when events are winding up toward a Sacrifice for the God-Queen." Cordelia's tone was guarded, as was her stance.
Looking over to check if anything new was happening, she watched as they got it all prepared. Lifting a hand to her mouth, she let the tears fall for the very first time. 'he's going to die' kept running through her head like a broken record. It wouldn't stop reminding her! Shaking her head, she leaned her back against the wall and slid down to the stone ground.
She was being weak, and she knew it - but this was a day a great loss to her. A man who she'd considered family was on his death bed, and the next time she'll see him is when he dies. Shaking her head in denial, she rest her forehead upon her knees. It was a seemingly pathetic thing to do in public, but it was something she had to get off her chest; even if it's only to herself...
Sven sighed loudly, picking up the sack and patting his knees in a way that said 'follow' to the the orphans. This was more awkward than he thought it would be, the orphans wouldn't understand why. The older ex-knight still thought that Cordelia might've had the kindness not to sound and act stiff, it was a disappointment when it was confirmed.
"I regret it came to this." Sven continued, slinging the sack over his shoulder and swiping an apple that the smallest orphan was about to eat, wagging his finger and putting it back into the brown sack. "Born from a high birth in Zaddushol Highlands, who ever thought I'd look after orphans?" Sven held back the tears of crushed pride and turned, pushing one of the orphans first.
"I miss my squire who used to wipe my-" Sven self censored by biting his lip. "And laugh it all my jokes the most. I'll let you chase your career, Ightlor." The merchant finished, unwilling to sally their relationship even further by referring to her by her first name, that would imply he still thought they could be friends.
The setting changes from Althaea to Palace of Iracot
Cordelia had told him to stay and guard the gate while she dealt with the intrusion. Calvin was always happy to follow orders from the other Knights, especially those few female ones. But, for now he contented himself to watch her go, as he had been left a crucial duty.
Allowing a slight grin to cross his unknowable features as Cordelia admonishes the urchins, he keeps an eye on the surrounding activity. He was confident in his ability to deal with any threat or distraction, be it a single beggar or an army of... anything. Any sort of army, he would at least delay if nothing else.
Cordelia had then wandered off towards a shady-looking man off to the side. Calvin wondered who it was, to have distracted Cordelia from her duties... but, no matter. He would remain as he was until her return, and maybe ask her about it then.
"Carry on your business here, Khagal, and keep control of your wards. I do not wish to arrest you and the bastard children too," Cordelia said, waving him off with a gesture. Disappointment crossed her face as Cordelia locked eyes with Sven. She shook her head and returned to her post without even saying goodbye.
Cordelia refused to look at Sven to see if he left, or even if he had kept the children under control as commanded. It was clear she was upset but Cordelia was not the type to admit it, especially while on duty. She did not let personal matters get in the way of her duties. Even if she kept her face coolly neutral there was obvious tension in her shoulders.
"Sven Khagal, that man was," Cordelia said to Valor; Calvin Hammond, who was the guard on duty with her. "He was my trainer. He walked away from his duties and now he's nothing but a patron for street bastards. My career will never follow suit. He dishonors himself and he dishonors the God-Queen."
"I saw it with my own two eyes," Cordelia said. "He told the God-Queen that he refused to arrest Riyo Shikiro, that the boy was too young to die. I am surprised that the God-Queen had not sacrificed him. In my opinion I would have him sacrificed today too. But it is the God-Queen's will. Perhaps she had something else in store for him."
Listening to Valor respond, that was when Cordelia finally noticed a woman balled up against a wall. It was suspicious behavior. Possibly interrupting Valor, Cordelia pointed to the blue-haired girl.
Her smile widened slightly at the mention of a gift as soon as he mentioned he had a gift. "You truly shouldn't have, m'love.." She said. Her eyes widened slightly at the necklace. "It is beautiful..!" She exclaimed. She would turn slightly, lifting up her hair in order for him to be able to put it on for her if he wanted.
One way another, she kept her back to him for a moment. "I will not accept the offer from Shiabiann, Magnus.." She said, calmly. "You know that.." But then her smile faded. "But do you have to be on duty for today..? The execution of that boy is today.." She lowered her voice a bit more, until it became a whisper between herself and Magnus. "Although I do not question the Majesty's decision, I do not think the boy should have been executed... Whipped, exiled maybe.. But sacrificed..?" She shook her head softly.
The setting changes from Althaea to Palace of Iracot
"So he's a deserter," Calvin says with a tone of utter disdain. "Never would have thought that possible... I agree. He should be-" he pauses, looking towards where Cordelia was gesticulating. A woman, down on the ground and curled up. "Stand back, Sissy," he says in a deeper voice than his actual one, holding a hand out as if to stop her rushing forward. "I will handle this one."
He had a few reasons for doing so. One, it was actually standard protocol for Knights to shift duties. She had handled the last disturbance, so now it was his turn. Second, it was a woman, and Calvin did love dealing with women. And third, he just loved talking to Cordelia like that.
Striding forward with a purpose, he stands at a respectable distance to Orfea. "Are you awake, Citizen?" His words were direct and loud enough to be heard over everything around them.
So far she'd seen to reason to explain herself, for he'd never asked. No point in giving him information he possibly wouldn't want. She'd done no wrong, for she'd every right to mourn for her best friend. He'd done wrong, but that didn't mean a close friend wouldn't miss him.
Orfea raised an eyebrow to him, wanting to know if there was anything else he wanted. She was in no mood for time wasters. Of course, since she'd stood the wind had decided to begin blowing her long blue locks into her face - but Orfea did nothing to stop it. She let her face be covered almost completely by her hair, not really caring at all.
"You should not talk that way, Elana," Magnus said, whispering in her ear and placing a kiss against her cheek at the same time. It was to cover their conversation. It was bad to even look suspicious while in public, especially when the topic of discussion was of disagreement with the God-Queen's decision.
"We will discuss this later when we are both at home," Magnus said. It was not a suggestion but an order. He rarely did such a thing but the situation had called for it.
"You look beautiful today," Magnus complemented. "I wish that I were not on duty. There are more productive things that we could be doing." He looked pointedly at her belly, wishing for a child. So many times they had tried and still nothing yet. Magnus sighed through his nostrils and put his hands on her shoulders.
"You have your allowance, yes? Do some shopping while your are here. It will pass the time more quickly and keep your mind occupied."
The setting changes from Palace of Iracot to The Room of Thrones
It was white as snow with nails painted red, the color of blood and life. The dressers had painted all of her skin white until it held it own luminosity, glittering in the sun light which poured in from the open archways of the room. Her was braided in minuscule and intricate braids as if each hair had been braided separately. It was dyed red too, and the paint around her eyes and lips matched as well.
White and Red. Purity and Life.
The meaning was not lost on Sarene Iracot; the God-Queen of Iracot and all of Viridian.
She moved on the throne, shifting her weight on the uncomfortable chair. The black silks the dressers had adorned her in did nothing to hide the body beneath. They accentuated on her sexuality and did little to give Sarene privacy of her own body; a body that did not belong to her but to her people.
"Calor," Sarene called out into the room. Her tone was quiet, yet powerful and demanding. The goddess reached at her throat and fingered the elaborate silver-cuff there. It was heavy and cut into her flesh. The jewels in her hair were heavy, too. It pulled the strands and made her entire scalp itch as if every ant in Viridian took nest in it.
Restraining herself from fidgeting, Sarene prostrated herself in the throne, spine rod-straight and ridged and her arms flush against the armrests. Her eyes were the only things that moved on her body as she awaited her Dragoon Knight.
"How shall I serve you, my Queen?" Were the only words he uttered, as he stopped in the exact centre of the room so he could turn to face and look up at the Goddess as though every single movement of his body was formulated and trained for this symmetry in order to please her. Then, he lowered his left knee to the ground, bowed his head until a braided lock of white touched the floor, then pressed his fist into the ground to both retain his balance and show his respect.
Calor Elohan was tall and built up of strong muscle and flexible tendons. Today he wore the same as always, a uniform custom to display his unique rank above others; consisting of a padded shirt of white and a long coat of black adorned with brown fur around the rear of the neck. His breeches were brown and possibly leather, while dark boots with toes capped with steel offered both a solid walk and a painful kick. His hands, as always, aside from a signet ring on the middle finger of the right hand, were bare so as to never dirty the mask of white, blue and gold so often seen hanging around his neck by string.
The mask was a unique signature, one of anonymity, strength and royal will. He wore it to kill, he wore it carry out Sarene's will. And as it hung below his chest, the black spaces of the eyes would watch the woman on the throne.
"My dearest Guardian," Sarene spoke, her voice echoing off the cold walls. "Rise," she commanded. Her fingers stroked the marble beneath them.
"The Magistrates insist that I choose a husband. They droll on and on about this business and I no longer wish to hear of it any longer. They claim it will raise the morale of my people, a wedding. They believe that sacrifices are no longer enough the placate my people. What is your opinion on this manner, my dear Guardian?"
Sarene's eyes never wavered from Calor. She watched him like a statue, staring and unblinking.
"My Queen, my Goddess who lacks imperfection, my lowly mind is only of servitude to your greatness. I could never propose to influence or inspire you, for no matter the outcome, only the path you choose to take is that of truth."
He paused for a moment.
"However, no matter who you choose to love, respect and wed, please never place them in a position of power or importance rivaling that of your own. Only you can lead your people, all others must bow before you, even he who shares your heart, mind and body in the partnership of marriage."
"As for the matter of sacrifice, if such things please you then they should please your people, my Queen. Those who would not go to all possible lengths and trouble to bring you happiness are little more than heretical bastards; though I fail to see how any could exist when her majesty graces us with her presence on this world."
"You over step your boundaries, Calor Elohan. Your very existence is dependent on my tolerance of you, and yet you disgrace me with the way you address me," Sarene chastised the guardian. She circled him with the train of her dress following her movement in a flowing puddle.
"But you are daring, are you not, Calor Elohan," Sarene said. Her expression did not change but the tone of her voice held a subtly to it; a mocking countenance. "It was, after all, I who asked of your opinion. I am the one who forced you to disgrace yourself and you willingly obeyed like the true servant you are. I am pleased."
Sarene Iracot stopped directly in front of Calor and raised a bone-white, painted, hand. Just the bare tip of her finger touched the tender patch of flesh beneath his chin. She raised his face to look him directly in the eye.
"The Magistrates have all chosen husbands for me, those whom they have deemed qualified. I do not trust their judgment and they disappoint," Sarene said as she dropped her hand to rest back at her side.
"It will be you," the goddess spoke as she turned to return to her throne. "We shall be wed. I have spoken my will."
Sarene sat herself on the throne and crossed her leg over the other.
"I congratulate you, now speak," she demanded.
He paused, his very soul stumbling in shock. "I.. Am humbled, honoured and ecstatic beyond words, my Queen. To.. To choose me, your lowly servant and forever loyal bodyguard over all the Knights and Noblemen of your great realm is..- I would never, even with all eternity to say them, have enough words to express how I feel. I have always offered you everything I have without question or delay and with this marriage, I will finally have the chance to not only protect you, but do my utmost to make you happy. And with this wedding, I will finally have the chance to let every soul on this world of yours know that the only thing in creation capable of separating me from your side is you, and you alone."
His feet made noise now, as they pushed him forth step after step, his form of mere mortality daring beyond belief to approach her throne of black marble. On the dais he lowered himself to his knees, expressing, "I would kiss your feet as your menial retainer," - before doing so, if she would allow such a thing. Then he would lift himself a little more, reaching out to try and take her hand in his own with all the gentleness he could muster. Then, he followed with, "and your hand as your FiancΓ©." That too would then be kissed, if she chose not to object.
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A tavern owned by Selwyn Austaire, the Magistrate of the Merchant District and holder of the Merchant Throne.
69 posts · 3 characters present · last post 2013-07-16 20:11:40 »
At the heart of the city is the Iracot Palace, home of the God-Queen Sarene Iracot.
1 posts · 0 characters present · last post 2013-07-15 14:41:26 »
The schools of Iracot are located in this district. All schools are divided by age of the attenders, humanoid or non-humanoid, profession, and other factors.
34 posts · 2 characters present · last post 2013-07-13 12:57:43 »
The Guild Ward is one of the more flamboyant wards of Iracot. The buildings change according to their purpose, ranging from merchants, mercenaries, explorers, historians, wizards, or even race specific guilds.
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A planet in the far reaches of the galaxy. It orbits a single star named Solarii and has four moons named Alatar, Pollux, Tarandi, and Eridu.
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Most homes in Iracot are found in the residential ward. The houses in the ward range from expansive and architecturally grand homes to houses that seemed to be thrown together with mud and sticks.
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Iracot is the largest city on the continent of Viridian and its Capitol. It sprawls out on the western most tip of the land, surrounded by the Sea of Menia on three sides.
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This district is the most visited district in all of Iracot. Travelers far and wide will come to Iracot, solely to experience the debauchery of the pleasure ward. Some who arrive never leave again.
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Caerda ↪ Jericho City Owner: Flarezone
A sprawling metropolitan city which was the original capitol of the realm.
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This is where the food industry is largely located in Iracot. Machine and Magick work together in order to produce nutrient rich foods for the people of Iracot, and the smaller townships of Viridian, for those that can afford it.
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The God-Queen's Dais is a vast courtyard that can hold almost the entirety of Iracot's citizens.
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Caerda ↪ Darkridge Fortress Owner: Flarezone
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his is where trade is mostly held in Iracot. Stalls, stores, and street vendors are prevalent throughout the streets of this districts, all attempting people to buy their goods at outrageous prices.
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A small fishing town on the northern side of Viridian.
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In the heart of the palace is the Room of Thrones. This is where the God-Queen receives the Magistrates in order to process business.
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Estisia ↪ The Etsuyo Delta Owner: babbysama
A broad floodplain dominated by the Etsuyo River--one of the longest in the world-- flowing towards the Casta Sea, and the many peoples that live along its course.
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Estisia ↪ The Oidamat Range Owner: babbysama
Known in folklore as "The Roof of the World", these mountains are the traditional partition that separates North and South Estisia. With transit only available on a narrow seasonal basis through the mountain passes, the Oidamat is a formidable obstacle.
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An influential kingdom in the northern foothills, at the very doorstep of the Oidamat Range. A foremost member of the Amber League, they are known for their fearsome archers and javelin throwers, and are guaranteeing the independence of Celocombo.
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A waxing commercial and military federation of city-states and commonwealths in the eastern jungle highlands, with its capital at Gowa, the Jasmine City. Their principal rival is the Amber League.
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A vast swathe of jungle, wetland, and savanna that stretches from the Etsuyo Delta to the foothills of the Oidamat Range.
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A state lying along the Casta Sea in the southern plains of the Massif. Famed for their shrewd merchants, naval superiority, and their neutrality.
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A broad valley lying at the western terminus of the Oidamat along the Sanguine Sea. The Corridor has had immense commercial and strategic importance throughout history, and is the nexus of three of the Seven Great Roads.
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A city-state lying along the Khumaja River in the central wetlands. Renowned for its silk and for the Ritualists, an order of magisters skilled in the art of ancestor magicks. One of the most crucial affiliates of the Amber League.
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One of the many Wadis in which the desert nomads shelter. Famous as the site of Prince Hdalma's pavilion.
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A broad land of steppe and scrubland, dominated by the course of the Huanpada River. Renowned for their horse-rearing and fertile tribal river culture, the Plains are home to prosperous urban and pastoral life alike.
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A marshland in the interior of the Plains of Yuna'a inhabited by the GhaupΓ people. The site of an ancient battle, it is said that the ghosts of Jio'qun the Conqueror's armies still roam the marches, hunting for the body of Prince Makhina.
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Estisia ↪ The Yul Range Owner: babbysama
A chain of mountains rising in the Plains and running to the coast on the Sea of Jurda, at the very southern terminus of the continent. It is home to a multitude of tribal mountain peoples, but they are scattered and largely at odds with one another.
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The capital of the small Halidom of IsΓ©, IsΓ©-of-the-Lotus is the crown jewel of the Topaz Coast. Its deep harbor on the Bay of Abela has made it a popular port of call and shipping hub, and being the only major city in the region, a crucial caravan stop.
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A large, shallow endorheic lake at the very edge of the Topaz riviera. The Lake has long been a summer hermitage for desert nomads searching for both water and asylum from the heat. More a series of wetlands than a lake, Ram-Nibo is often dry in winter.
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Caerda ↪ Tower of Janus Owner: Flarezone
A large tower-like city which is probably the most diverse place in the region. The Necromancers Demonic hordes have attempted to invade several times but to no avail.
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Estisia ↪ The Topaz Coast Owner: babbysama
A riviera at the edge of the Tchanu Desert along the Sea of Anes.
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Estisia ↪ The Tchanu Desert Owner: babbysama
An endless, sunbaked expanse, of whispering dunes, volcanic plains, and bleached salt pans lying the shadow of the Oidamat Range, populated only by the flotsam of forgotten empires and hardy desert peoples.
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Caerda ↪ Dracul Mountains Owner: Flarezone
A large mountain range in the north, they are impassible. As noone has ever succeeded in crossing the massive snowy peaks. Legend has it that a large community of giants roam this place...
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The might of Viridian is born and sustained in the military district of Iracot. Here lies the barracks and main training facilities. A special university is located here as well for those who wish to become Officers or Generals in the God-Queen's army.
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Viridian ↪ The Haunted Weald Owner: Maree
A sprawling strand of woods that spreads eastward, away from Iracot; City of Thrones.
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Althaea ↪ Isles of Tirione Owner: Maree
A chain of isles that connect Estisia and Caerda bordered by the Sea of Casta and the Sea of Anes.
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Viridian ↪ Calda Woods Owner: Maree
A patch of woods heavily traveled by merchants passing from Iracot to other cities and towns for trade.
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An ancient tower that was once a stronghold for Viridian before the Theocracy was born. Now it lays forgotten and crumbles more each passing year.
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Viridian ↪ Glassdust Waste Owner: Maree
The furthest point North on the continent. It is the border between Sharakzah and Viridian; a desert wasteland where no one but the nomads can bear to habituate.
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Viridian ↪ The Dryad Woods Owner: Maree
A patch of woods with mystical beings known as Dryads. Only those who travel without fear dare to cross into the woods.
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The Eastern continent of Althaea bordered by the Dragon Sea, the Sea of Rhylie, Viridian, the Sea of Wrecks, and the continent of Caerda.
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The Northen continent of Althaea bordered by the Sea of Casta, the Sea of Wrecks, the Furnace Waste, and Zaddushol Highlands.
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Caerda ↪ Obero Swamp Owner: Flarezone
This place is a relatively secluded place at the far eastern edge of the continent. Many different races co-exist here. Attempting to escape from the violence in the west.
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The Dryad Woods ↪ Ithiliel Owner: Maree
A city in the trees, created by elves who loved the woods thousands of years ago.
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Caerda ↪ Arrow Mountains Owner: Flarezone
A highland jungle type place, these mountains contain scattered temples, lost cities and giant animals that are the size of dinosaurs.
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Caerda ↪ Malice Woods Owner: Flarezone
A massive forest, this place never sees the light of day. Its thick trees and overgrowth make it a place forever covered in shadow. Filled with monsters and wildlife which stretch the limits of the imagination.
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Caerda ↪ The Fallen Plains Owner: Flarezone
A vast open land, littered with dozens of ruined/abandoned villages. Many rebel militia and clans call this place home. Constantly fighting for territory.
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The southern continent of Althaea surrounded by the Viridian Sea, Sanguine Sea, the Sea of Menia, and the Sea of Rhylie.
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The Western continent of Althaea bordered by the Casta Sea, the isles of Tirione, The Sea of Anes, and the Sanguine Sea.
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Caerda ↪ Naroth Forest Owner: Flarezone
A large forest north of the Obero Swamp. Those who call this place home have carved civilization from within the giant trees themselves. This is considered a "sacred land" by the Elves and they hate intruders
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