Serenia's largest city, and the capital city of the kingdom, Skysong City boasts countless streets, courtyards; from the silver and gold veined marble main Street of Queens Way, to the tiny alleys and winding streets, this place is lively, and vibrant.

A bustling, diverse city, set on the upper southwestern coast, nestled against a massive mountain, and surrounded by Lycaernus' expansive territory. Often called the Immigration Capital of Calraida.

The main Trade route north from Skysong City, this hard packed, rutted road is in remarkably good repair, and spans from the main gates of the city to the southern edge of Shore's Haven on the coast, 400 miles (or two to four days' ride) to the north.

An expansive, grand structure filled with lines of stalls, the sweet scents of horses, hay, saddle leather, horse breath and sweat, and the sounds of stable hands whistling cheerfully.

Located on the Queens' Way in Skysong City, this Jewelry shop is owned by one Kanixillo, a Lycan and friend of the Queen. Baubles and trinkets glitter in the displays, and the owner's friendly grin welcomes all who enter.

A Port City three days' ride to the north of Skysong City, this City takes up two miles worth of the Northern Coast. The docks bustle with activity, sailors, dock workers, and fishermen.

Vast, pockmarked with hills, holes, and scattered patches of forest, this training field stretches for over a mile away from the back of the castle, and sees rigorous training exercises and a mock war a few times per season.

Grand, welcoming, sparkling with clear wealth and importance, this is the room in which audiences are held with the Queen of Serenia; where grievances are made known, thanks are given, and choices are made.

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So many different varieties of roses and lilies fill the beds of this quaint, hedge enclosed garden, that to list them all would take at least half a roll of parchment. In the warmer months, this area is filled with bright colors and heady, floral perfume

Serenia is a Kingdom controlling the mid and north eastern section of the continent, thousands of miles worth of land, and out into the sea to embrace the string of north eastern islands. Ruled by a singular Queen, Briena Erani Skysong.

Holding the premier location for such an establishment, The Dusty Traveler is located on the main trade square courtyard of the City, bordering the illustrious Queen's Way. Step right in, weary wanderer, get a drink, a meal, and rest your dusty boots.

For being a barracks, this large building is quite comfortable. Meant mainly for the guards of Skysong City, this place nonetheless houses other soldiers without a house of their own, and a guarded door leads down, deep into the Skysong City Prison.

The worse your deeds get, the deeper into the earth you descend. The Second level is for repeat offenders; thieves that refuse to kick the habit, and the like. The 'accommodations' are less comfortable, the cells lonelier, the food less palatable.

Set fifty miles north of Skysong City on the northbound Trade Route, The Screaming Swordsman comes by it's name honestly.

The first level of the Prison. Here is where thieves wait to be punished or pardoned. It's relatively comfortable, for a jail, underground, and yet it's not comfortable enough to make it worth the rule breaking.

Wide, rolling pastures, expanding well into the forest, lush with grass and peppered with with peacefully grazing equines, some bearing wings. Foals frolic and dance in the spring, while their mothers keep a watchful eye on them.

While no part of the city is really a slum of any kind, the Southeast Quarter is what you would call the poorman's quarter. The streets are well tended cobble, and nature is ever present among the rows of houses.

Grand, expansive, luxurious. The castle boasts countless corridors, chambers, rooms, and a massive throne room, ballroom, and dining hall. Six towers stand sentinel, the largest taking center stage.

Argohahn, the human kingdom, inhabits the southeastern and eastern southern edge of the continent of Calraida. Under the rule of King Arghoram Brightsoul

A continental Elven kingdom two weeks see voyage to the north of Calraida, Aedillon is a landscape that demands respect. Cold, ruthless, icy, a tundra where once lush land grew. Its people are as chilly and pale as the land.

Beyond the walls of Skysong City, along the northeastern edge, a river flows out of the west to the east. Along this river, backed up against the wall of the city and extending a mile westward, where it meets with the main gates, is a trader's port.

Peacefully serene, the air laden with the sweetness of combined scents, the Orchard is a vast place, where every fruit tree imaginable grows and yields a sweet, juicy bounty of apples, pears, apricots, cherries; you name it, this orchard probably has it.

A room filled with mouthwatering smells, laughter, and bustling staff. Almost always warm to hot, the cooks here work to make meals for the inhabitants of the castle, and the Royal family they serve. However, the Queen is readily happy to join in cooking.

A room lined with shelves of books, leather bound and smelling of great age and wisdom. Scrolls and shiefs of parchment are arranged neatly along one shelf at the back wall. There is a window, large and ornate, allowing light to filter through.

The land of the Lycans; savage, harsh, unforgiving land long the western side of the continent. Enter at your own risk, human, for you are nothing more than intelligent prey in these woods.

What could be called the Middle Class Quarter of the city. The homes are slightly grander, slightly larger, with room behind each home for a personal garden.