Javax
The Shadow
Thiyalia
Characterized by bountiful rivers, thick forests, and snow-capped mountains, Thiyalia [ThAH-lee-yah] is a sea-locked land that harbors no specific set of skills. All species bring something important to the table, ranging from the brute craftsmanship of the hardened dwarves, the mouth-watering seasoned dishes of the elusive faeries, the amazing architecture of the steadfast humans, to the captivating arts of the ever-present elves. Everyone brings something to show off, and in return they receive what they need for their time. For example, the dwarves will bring their sturdy weaponry to trade for the delicious dishes of the faeries. They attempt to live harmoniously together, and it tends to work most of the time.
Tensions exist between each of these societies however. The elves find the brutish nature of the humans and the dwarves to be barbaristic. The dwarves view the elves to be “high and mighty” and rather conceited in general. The humans find the elves to be “impure” and unfit for rule whereas the dwarves are low-living scum. The elves and faeries tend to find alliance, but the dwarves and humans view the faeries as deceptive and mischievous, in turn not trusting the elves. They all wish to be in charge of the other, to taste a lick of royalty, but for now it is the humans that rule.
For a long while, the elves ruled Thiyalia, however. Specifically, the Lythari [lih-THAR-ee] ruled the land, a sub-species of elf that is characterized by wolfish anthropomorphic characteristics. Their kingdom located in the once-glorious capital city of Felnethyr [FEHL-neh-theer], the Vaneiros [vah-NEHR-ohss] family ruled with an iron grip and a loving heart. Many of the elves didn’t approve of such an impure family taking rule of Thiyalia, and some rumor that the pureblood elves are to blame for the murder of the Vaneiros family. However, many were witness to the young queen fleeing the castle on the night of the Vaneiros Massacre and vividly remember the queen’s sister screaming “Traitor!” down the streets.
Felnethyr has since fallen into ruin. With no one wanting to sleep so close to the echoing screams of the dying royal family, the inhabitants sought new homes. With no one wishing to take the throne in a decrepit stone building, the humans took to the crown and has since moved the capital to Anestead [AHN-eh-sted].
Most of the land in Thiyalia is lavish. Bubbling streams trickle through lush forests of green in the south, feeding into raging rivers of freshwater before they fall into the sea. There are a few villages and towns down south, such as the dwarven city on the lake, Khir Malduhr [keer mahl-DURE] in the southwest and the port-city of Koln [cohn] in the southeast.
The northern and southern parts of Thiyalia are separated by a 400 foot drop, as if the northern half simply rose above southern half in an attempt to escape. There are narrow pathways carved along the cliff-face and have been used for as long as the Thiyalians can remember. Settled on the edge of this cliff is Dagh Farum [dag FAR-oom], a rather large trading town, growing and thriving off its lucky location.
The northern half would be the most juxtaposed. To the northeast, Anestead sits proudly on the horizon of all, its proud city walls and banners acting as a beacon to all on both land and sea. And sitting in its shadow just a few days away sits the remains of Felnethyr, a shadow of its former self. Once home to peaceful animals and having bloomed with beautiful fields of flowers, Felnethyr is now settled in the barren plains of Esedell [EH-seh-dehl] Meadows, a collection of ugly brown grasses and annoying rodents and pests that, during the winter, becomes a frozen wasteland of ice and frost. But this is where the discussions end, as the closer to the Scarlet Heights they travel, the more sinister the stories get. Silence falls upon those mountains and what lays beyond quieter than the fresh-falling snow upon those peaks. No one knows what occurs on the other side of the mountains, nor what occurs within them, but the sinister growls and crazed laughter is enough to keep any curious souls at bay.
Characterized by bountiful rivers, thick forests, and snow-capped mountains, Thiyalia [ThAH-lee-yah] is a sea-locked land that harbors no specific set of skills. All species bring something important to the table, ranging from the brute craftsmanship of the hardened dwarves, the mouth-watering seasoned dishes of the elusive faeries, the amazing architecture of the steadfast humans, to the captivating arts of the ever-present elves. Everyone brings something to show off, and in return they receive what they need for their time. For example, the dwarves will bring their sturdy weaponry to trade for the delicious dishes of the faeries. They attempt to live harmoniously together, and it tends to work most of the time.
Tensions exist between each of these societies however. The elves find the brutish nature of the humans and the dwarves to be barbaristic. The dwarves view the elves to be “high and mighty” and rather conceited in general. The humans find the elves to be “impure” and unfit for rule whereas the dwarves are low-living scum. The elves and faeries tend to find alliance, but the dwarves and humans view the faeries as deceptive and mischievous, in turn not trusting the elves. They all wish to be in charge of the other, to taste a lick of royalty, but for now it is the humans that rule.
For a long while, the elves ruled Thiyalia, however. Specifically, the Lythari [lih-THAR-ee] ruled the land, a sub-species of elf that is characterized by wolfish anthropomorphic characteristics. Their kingdom located in the once-glorious capital city of Felnethyr [FEHL-neh-theer], the Vaneiros [vah-NEHR-ohss] family ruled with an iron grip and a loving heart. Many of the elves didn’t approve of such an impure family taking rule of Thiyalia, and some rumor that the pureblood elves are to blame for the murder of the Vaneiros family. However, many were witness to the young queen fleeing the castle on the night of the Vaneiros Massacre and vividly remember the queen’s sister screaming “Traitor!” down the streets.
Felnethyr has since fallen into ruin. With no one wanting to sleep so close to the echoing screams of the dying royal family, the inhabitants sought new homes. With no one wishing to take the throne in a decrepit stone building, the humans took to the crown and has since moved the capital to Anestead [AHN-eh-sted].
Most of the land in Thiyalia is lavish. Bubbling streams trickle through lush forests of green in the south, feeding into raging rivers of freshwater before they fall into the sea. There are a few villages and towns down south, such as the dwarven city on the lake, Khir Malduhr [keer mahl-DURE] in the southwest and the port-city of Koln [cohn] in the southeast.
The northern and southern parts of Thiyalia are separated by a 400 foot drop, as if the northern half simply rose above southern half in an attempt to escape. There are narrow pathways carved along the cliff-face and have been used for as long as the Thiyalians can remember. Settled on the edge of this cliff is Dagh Farum [dag FAR-oom], a rather large trading town, growing and thriving off its lucky location.
The northern half would be the most juxtaposed. To the northeast, Anestead sits proudly on the horizon of all, its proud city walls and banners acting as a beacon to all on both land and sea. And sitting in its shadow just a few days away sits the remains of Felnethyr, a shadow of its former self. Once home to peaceful animals and having bloomed with beautiful fields of flowers, Felnethyr is now settled in the barren plains of Esedell [EH-seh-dehl] Meadows, a collection of ugly brown grasses and annoying rodents and pests that, during the winter, becomes a frozen wasteland of ice and frost. But this is where the discussions end, as the closer to the Scarlet Heights they travel, the more sinister the stories get. Silence falls upon those mountains and what lays beyond quieter than the fresh-falling snow upon those peaks. No one knows what occurs on the other side of the mountains, nor what occurs within them, but the sinister growls and crazed laughter is enough to keep any curious souls at bay.
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