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This is a small continent, not that the people themselves are fully aware of that. For it’s size though, it is remarkably fractured, divided up amongst a large variety of peoples and races, lands ranging from Duchies to Kingdoms to Empires, most of them not particuarly interested in the others.
Oh, for certain there are certain countries that stood out as unusual, such as the sleeping giant of Darian, more interested in trade than in conquest, the small area on the coast known only as the Land of the Dark Lord. And there is the wastes of the North, home to a people who were savage of necesity, as nothing soft survived in those icy wastelands. With a lack of fertile ground or natural resources, these Northerners have become fierce raiders, small parties of men ravaging the softer southern lands for food and equipment.
They were not however, to the relief of every southern man, a unified force. They consisted of a wide number of tribes that were constantly fighting over the scant resources, or the rights to certain lands deemed holy by the tribe Shamans. Never had these wild men been able to come together in more numbers than a tribe or a raiding part. At least, that’s what was generally assumed...
However, an event so rare as to be unheard of is now happening. Deep in the Northern wasteland, there was a gathering of the various tribes great and small. They had been called together as only these savages can, by brute force and skill. We killed our way through the best of their warriors before the Shamans and Chieftans agreed to hear what we had to say, but once we gathered them together they listened intently and with great interest to our Leader as he explained the Emperor’s plan to these people. Strange, that we can trust them so, yet they were quick enough to swear fealty once they learned we would lead them in a true war against the “southern weaklings” as they call the other lands, and they seem to have a strange honour about them.
-Mokoto’s Journal, dated three months past
I should be awed, Aeryn thought to himself in a vauge sort of way, I can't recall seeing anything so grand as this city, this Onhde, yet it seems so...simple. And it was the truth. From what he had been told by Grensen, the old herbalist who had seen fit to teach him of the realm, that Ohnde was the largest city in Darian, perhaps even in the world. Yet somehow Aeryn knew that it was nowhere near the largest, nor the grandest, something the old man had also claimed. It seemed to him that he had seen cities more beautiful, though he could not quite imagine a city filled with more magnificince than this, with it's manors and palaces made of gleaming marble with their towering spires, or the inns so fancy he doubted he could afford to stay even a single night.
And yet somehow, the all almost seemed to bore him. It seemed to him that the streets were too narrow, the cobblestones too plain, and there seemed a sever lack of...something. Trees, he thought, hardly acknowledging the passing thought, There should be trees lining the streets, and public gardens at the corners. Yes, that seemed right, though the idea at the same time seemed absurd.
Aeryn sighed and shook his head, turning into the section of the city where the lower classes resided. There were no manors or palaces here, though the shops and homes all seemed well built and clean, and if the people were a bit plainer as well, they still seemed happy and well off, with nary a gaunt face or frayed cuff in sight. He finally spotted a respectable inn that seemed more within his price range, named the Wanderer's Place, and headed at a decent pace towards it, more or less ignoring the strange looks people gave him for his obviously foreign attire and sword, not to mention his...unusual hair colour.
It was one that I did all by looking at previous Rp maps I was in. Took me about a hour.
