CITIES




Crimlis | Dar | Drazzahezz | Ehovia | Elis | Faber | Grath | Karamaterra | Lara | Lathra | Magus Council | Primus | Regalis | Tal Hill | Trath | Vorn | Zatay


CRIMLIS

It is a well known fact that each Angel city is a pinnacle of the breed it represents. Either for culture, economic prowess, military power or judicial splendour, each one is the height of itís breedsí achievement.

Crimlis is no different, itís inhabitants, isolated to the point of exile, have practically formed a breed of their own. They are the fallen, Crimlis their home. Those sent to the isle of Ilattaerar are the scourge of the Angel race. Criminals, idlers and dreamers all they are looked down upon as those who wish to destroy the Angel hierarchy (occasionally with an element of truth).

The city itself is not as foreboding as the name would imply. At a glance, it would appear as a human city (itís inhabitants forced to walk and carry their partially stripped wings in shame) with only a huge poor district. Void of wealth and kept under Angel jurisdiction only by a single Black wing outpost, Crimlis is a collection of slums, drinking houses and all other manner of vice frowned upon by traditional Angel belief. It is a sprawling mass of housing, at itís core rising up to a great height of ramshackle building-on-building constructions. (Silent Nomad)
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DAR

The last human city, Dar was purposefully settled on the other side of the (relatively) thin sea barrier known as the Fang Gulf. This stretch of shallow water originally connected Ilattaerar to the Great Continent, the cause of itís current state is unknown. The waters are so shallow that Jagged rocks protrude in clusters, permeating the surface with thousands of islands. This phenomenon makes the isle itself almost unreachable by sea, only the most experienced of fishermen venturing out to take advantage of the huge fish stocks in the Gulf shelters. This barrier, combined with an almost unique one-way jump gate in Darís core, render both city and Island an effective prison.

This title is most suiting as Darís inhabitants are comprised of the roughest, most violent undesirables of the Human race. Criminals, Heretics and brave former politicians inhabit this place, in short, all those who defy the rule of the Magus.

As for the city itself, Dar bears much in common with itís Angel sister Crimlis, a similarity that has led to an indescribable sense of companionship between the two races in this isolate environment. It is ironic that such cruel punishment is capable of breaking down the barrier of mistrust between races. On some rare occasion, the accomplishment of trust between races has been known to develop into the condition known commonly as ďlove.Ē However, such instances are undocumented by the Angels and all half-breeds are burnt as a matter of racial honour by the Black Wing. Though it should be noted that this opinion is not shared by humans as a whole, and barely shared by the Magus who have long since ceased caring for the welfare and condition of Dar and those inside her.

Dar has no walls as such, it is a sprawling mass of housing, uncontrolled by the design of the Magus. Itís suburbs (if you can call them that) stretch for mile upon mile from the city core, some awaking at the earliest of hours to walk to their place of work. As for the core, it is notable more for itís sheer density than itís height. One unaccustomed to itís passageways would either be lost for long enough to be mugged and left for dead, or spend days attempting to leave. (Silent Nomad)
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DRAZZAHEZZ

A city built within a mountain, a perfection of crafted stone and metal, not a single splinter of wood within itís walls. A city of towering pillars and twinkling lights within a forever half-gloom, yet also of sparkling magnificence of gold plated walls telling thousands of years of history. Immense forges churn out armour and weapons of the finest quality in the world and in the centre of the mountain, surrounded by immense doors, traps and soldiers, stands the pride of the Dwarf Race, the First Jump Gate. Through this goes a constant flow of Dwarves and machines, to mine the great moon, Dragonís Eye, for itís never ending supply of iron. (Absolution)
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EHOVIA

The home of the White Winged angels, the Fourth Angel City of Ehovia, is about as different from Faber as Elis is from Regalis. Because it is a city of labourers, everything in the city is designed with function first and form taking a back seat to anything else. The stark white marble that comprises the city is seamless just like the other cities, but it is designed only to provide a shelter for the white-winged labourers as they return from their daily toiling. It is the smallest city, only because it does not have to be great. On most days, the residential portion of the city is almost completely empty, every inhabitant off tending their land, flocks, and other duties. (Angel)
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ELIS

The Fifth and final Angel City is home to the Black Winged warrior angels. It is also the second of two entrances into the chain of cities, the first being located at Regalis. Ebony marble covers everything in the illusion of perpetual shadow, but though the marble is seamless, sharp angles are the dominant features of buildings. Like the Fourth City, form takes a back seat to function, but not to such a degree. Warriors do not need the lavish comforts of Regalis or Faber, so they are not given comforts.

In the center of the black city lies the College of War, the foremost training grounds for the Black Angels, and one of the greatest military academies on the face of the planet. Yet even though it is one of the best, only Angels are allowed to train there. As such, only fellow angels know the methods and secrets that are passed from commanders to students. Many believe this to be wrong, that all races should be able to train at the best college of war. The Angels, however, do not feel the same. And since they completely control who is able to come into the cities, nobody has been able to lead a successful rebellion to change their minds. (Angel)
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FABER

After proceeding through the first city's awe-inspiring majesty, it would be nigh impossible to believe that anything could be more beautiful than Regalis. But, alas, nothing is impossible for those who were created as a race of perfection, and the Sky blue city of Faber is their shining triumph. it is a city of flawless perfection crafted by the hands of the Blue winged artisans. Yet unlike Regalis or Zatay, not a single living plant can be found anywhere on the city's cold marble surfaces. Every surface is covered with the most intricate carving, the most detailed inscriptions, so flawless that one would believe that they were not crafted by hands, but simply grew naturally into the marble.

Yet this flawless perfection is not appreciated by all races, the elves foremost believing it to be a heresy against their Lady Vriclar Herself to be so devoid of life. It is in this flawless perfection that the blue-winged angels produce their crafts of granite, jade, bone, ivory, ebony, obsidian, ruby, emerald, diamonds, sapphire, gold, silver, platinum and a thousand other metals and materials for the nobility of Tal'Vorn. (Angel)
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GRATH

Men became aware of their power to alter reality when they managed to transform the basic metals and forged the first alloy. Maybe this is why Grath is a metal city: a praise to human powers, a monument to progress.

Facing the magical island, and close to the shore, Grath seems like a defiance to magic. A marvellous show of human ability, able to rival magic with the sole ability of intelligence.

Shining in brass, iron and steel, buildings are designed to defy nature and take advantage of its benefits. Genius of craft, the inhabitants of Grath city managed to raise a city of self preserving standards. Not a ray of sun to be wasted, not a gust of wind to flow away freely, not a drop of water passing without generating.

The city is practically devoted to transformation and their habitants are ever working, busy as bees and countless, like ants. In Grath, machines do not free men. People multiply around them and take care of them just as worshippers of a metal god.

All the buildings are related to each other in search for efficiency. And if someone watches the city from the air, will see something very similar to clockwork. Fumes and vapours come out of millions of turrets, like incense to praise industrial life. So even the sky is created by their work, as the city is covered in a thick grey fog, and air is full of bitter odours.

Amazing, though, is the no-manís land that surrounds Grath. Outside those luxuriant metal walls but still under the heavy fog that not even the blessed winds of the sea carry away, there is a colony of destitute. Men that have no use for the unstoppable industry and managed to get away from the law that considers all expendable life as fertilizer. They roam among the detritus of the city, trying to survive among waste. Still even they have a use for the city, as an example against indolence. (AliDheren)
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KARAMATERRA

Crafted from stone and jungle wood, the city of Karamaterra to the south is a baking hot realm of towering pyramids and long, low housing. This seeming contrast is due to the presence of the Earth Sect Headquarters within the city, the Earth Magic Casters making even complex building work both fast and simple. Well supplied from the richness of the jungle all around, Karamaterra is actually one of the few cities that does not rely upon regular shipments of grain from the Vorn Plains.(Absolution)
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LARA

Very little is known of Lara, last stronghold of the Lar'K'Leth. Itís location is a very hazy matter, suffice to say it lies relatively close to the north-western border of Lathrandar. Relatively, meaning the last recorded journey to the edge of the city took eight months.

Several attempts to find the city by easier means have gone by without success. It has become known just how intertwined itís buildings are with the forest. Itís greatest skyscrapers are simply the tallest trees, flying overhead all that is visible is the canopy, similar to the thousands of square miles elsewhere in the forest.

The Lar'K'Leth reside here as a matter of safety, their numbers slowly, slowly dwindling away. Due to this status as a dying race their treatment of aliens is surpassed in brutality only by the Pravaii. The Lar'K'Leth have no use for torture, if you draw near their home, you are certain to receive an arrow to the eye without ever catching scent, let alone sight of the most alluring race on TalíVorn. (Silent Nomad)
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LATHRA

Built entirely within the boughs of the greatest and most magnificent example of the power of Lady Vriclar, the Goddess of Life, the One Tree Lathra is a place of great beauty and pure simplicity. Everything in the city, walls, floors and rooftops are all made form fallen leaves, or naturally stripped bark. The city is also home to the Elven Queen, and represents the primary fortress of the Elves as a race, including their Casters, the Life Sect.(Absolution)
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MAGUS COUNCIL

On the bay-mouth facing arc of the Dragon Isle, the coast is barren. Being the only part of the isle exposed to winter storms blowing in through the bay, the cliffs are steep and jagged, little grows here.

It could be considered ironic then, that this uninhabitable environment harbours the last Stronghold of the Human race. The Magus Council was constructed by those who knew what many still deny. Sooner or later, the human race will come under threat of extinction. With this in mind, the Magus Council is the most fortified point of human habitation on TalíVorn.

From overhead very little of the fortress itself is visible. What is visible makes for a daunting site to any visitor. Two towers, carved out of the cliff face in polished, black rock rise up to over two hundred feet. These towers, though usually more or less empty, darkness peers out of window slits at intervals up the base, culminating in a fully roofed bunker. Heavily armoured by rock, these rooms, in times of need, are filled with all manner of devices, from boiling oil to the most powerful ballista and of course, members of the most powerful of the Magus bolstering defences. But for now, these rooms remain silent, slowly gathering dust until the time comes when they will be needed.

As for the rest of the fortress, a large part is dedicated to the necessities to take a mass influx of mankindísí populous into the fortress. Huge mess halls, reservoirs and dormitories buried deep underground. For now, like the two towers, they lie silent, waiting. The centrepiece of the entire structure lies buried nearly a mile underground. A great amphitheatre, housing thousands of spectators (most notably the twelve Lords/Ladies of the Magus Council and the Lord Fighter in raised seats). It is here that annually the Magus Council come together to decide the Lord Magus of the coming year, by a great duel known as the Trials of Power.
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PRIMUS

When the Rain of Fire first impacted the lush meadows of Ilars, the southern most point of land on Tal'Vorn, the few million strong humans were largely ignored by the native races.

This, self-imposed ignorance would prove their undoing. On this southern tip the humans made their home, a city which, through their own ignorance was named, ďPrimus.Ē (First)

To understand the terrible fate of Primus it must be understood how the humans came to Tal Vorn. The human colonization was intentional, itís original purpose however is unknown. The ďRain of Fire,Ē refers to the disastrous result of a minute miscalculation in landing trajectory. In short, the vast majority of the human fleet deflected of the upper atmosphere of the planet, their ships damaged beyond repair, and drifted into space, lost forever. Those that survived entry, most crashed in to the surrounding ocean. In short, from the rough billion intended to colonise the planet, less then a million survived landing.

Those that did wasted little time in mourning, with the hope of a new and fruitful life firmly embedded in their hearts they set about constructing Primus. The city was built using technology unfathomable by the native races to this day, commonly known as ďHigh Technology.Ē The humans, aware of the native wildlife, encircled their new home in formidable defences. Great walls linked to Energy shield generators, Ion cannon emplacements and numerous innovative defences satiated their thirst for total security.

However the Humans remained ignorant of the presence of native intelligent life. A scout party, sent to search out a site for a second city, stumbled across a group of Dragon Lords mid-celebration. The sight of the drunken, copulating, feasting creatures struck new fear in the Humans, the fear of an intellect, a force, greater then their own. The Human soul, plagued by many demons, at a time of great need reverts to one master, instinct. This simple collection of responses and reactions, as old as the race itself, is the last refuge of the Human soul. Instinct has simple facets, all keyed for nothing greater then self-preservation, fear being the greatest of all.

It was to here that the Human souls retreated, in their fear they performed the one, doom-ridden act keyed to keep them alive, a sad irony. They opened fire. All but one of the Dragon Lords were slain and the scouts, terrified as much by their own actions as anything else retreated with all haste.

The resulting war, in which the DragonLords called all native races to them as allies, left Primus destroyed but at a terrible cost. All trace of High Technology was buried or obliterated and immense loss of life on both sides left the city a soaking mess of rubble and blood-drenched mud. Nothing resides there now. The humans, those few granted mercy by the Elder Races, were scattered to three harsh climates where they settled, stripped of their technology. As for the DragonLords, this conflict spelt the beginning of the end for their race, their numbers slowly dwindling ever since. They are nearing the genetic point of no return as the years pass. The Merman, Anvar and Dwarves especially suffered and have since ceased to be the dominating powers they once were.

As for Primus, Ilars became known as ďThe Isle of the Dead.Ē The truly vast traffic of souls leaving the area attracted some of the greatest Demons inhabiting the planet. The city, whatís left of it, drenched in the blood of the fallen, still harbours High Technology left behind, for all those fool enough to seek it. (Silent Nomad)
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REGALIS

Regalis, the first Angel City, is one of two gateways into the cities. Its royal violet marble is flawless in perfection and surpassed in beauty only by the sky blue marble of Faber. It is in this city that the first breed of Angels, the gold-winged princes, make their home. It sets the standard of what to expect when you travel to the rest of the cities, and what a high standard is set. The marble is joined seamlessly throughout the city, each building flowing into the next like the city was moulded and not carved. An abundance of plants and vines grow all across the smooth marble, but their presence only serves to lower the self-image of any traveller who wishes to proceed through to the next cities. It is truly a city made to impress, and it serves its purpose well. (Angel)
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TAL HILL

Set in the centre of Vorn City, Tal Hill is a stark contrast to itís filth ridden cousin. Home to the nobility, it is surrounded by high walls and gates of iron, defended by Guardians and Warriors at all times to prevent unauthorized entry. Tal Hill itself is several miles high, a plinth of stone in the barren glass sea that now surrounds Vorn City. The top is flat as a coin, a beautiful paradise of trees and white stone buildings, where the birds sing and there are no cries of death and violence. Dominating it all is the Mayor of Vorn Cityís home, a sprawling mansion, half as tall again as any other individual building on TalíVornís face. Most of the Sect Lord's maintain a home here, even if they do not use it, seeing it as a sort of prestige symbol to have a house in the largest and most expensive city on Tal'Vorn. Hawkers and salesmen are not permitted to enter the City, instead all the food is brought in and shipped directly to the houses by the servants, their masters dining on the finest of foods whilst the slum dwellers of Vorn City have to subsidise on the paltry fare that the Magus Council give out each day. (Absolution)
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TRATH

The seas that stretch between the Great Continent and the Eastern Lands are largely uncharted. Travel between the two landmasses by sea is difficult at best, taking months under a favourable wind to make one crossing. Winter storms render such a huge mass of water a churning swell that has been known to swallow small Islands in one season. Due to this, the limited charts of the ocean are near useless for true navigation as the small land masses they denote may well not exist.

Fortunately, the weather systems that create the storms are largely created between the two land masses, to their south and almost equal distance between the two, lie the semi-isolate Arrow-head Isles. A collection of small tropical islands surrounded by shallow reefs and little deep water give the Isles two great attractions. The fish and the view.

Consequently, the largest Island harbours the unusual city of Trath. Unusual as itís populace are comprised almost exclusively of two sorts, Nobles and Fishermen. What is most incredible is the apparent lack of mistrust between the two, apparently the taste of paradise in a harsh world softens the soul. There is no dividing wall between the mansions of the rich and the humble houses of the poor, they co-exist with a degree of companionship. The rich provide the funds needed to trade with the outside world and in return the fishermen provide an almost unlimited source of food (and exotic food at that).

Trath is a pinnacle of co-existence between traditionally separate classes, it is isolated from the majority of Tal Vorn, accessible only by Jump Gate. Though under rule by the Magus as all the human cities are, the richest of the inhabitants are careful to keep the cityís freedom protected and so no armed guard or Magus presence keeps too close an eye on Trath, much to the content of her citizens. (Silent Nomad)
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VORN

A sprawling metropolis of a billion people, Vorn City is slums for miles in every direction, stretching from horizon to horizon. Here people eke out their pathetic lives for the money to eat well for a few days, to live off of something other then the bread, water and bean curd provided by the Magus Council. Below the city is a sprawling mass of tunnels where crime is disorganised but rife. There are few Order patrols here in this dark under-city and the subterranean realms inhabitants pray upon each other to survive, stealing and killing for money and food. And far below it is a whisper of the impossible, of a realm controlled by the thieves, where no Order walk, where rough sorcerers hatch their plots and where the Crime Lords rule with an iron fist. Surrounding Vorn City is a high wall of stone, heavily enchanted, that protects the slum dwellers from the death realised that is the Glass Wastes that surround the city. Arranged within the city are four Jump Gates, their energies almost constantly sparking with a steady flow of traffic in and out of Vorn City, wagons carrying food or weapons, people coming in to sell goods, Warriors or Mages moving from city to city through the gates. Vorn City is by far the largest of the Tal'Vorn Cities and it is somewhat fitting that it should belong to the most numerically superior race, the humans. (Absolution)
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ZATAY

The Grey Angels make their home in the Third Angel City of Zatay. The greys are the diplomats and traders among the Angels, and as such, their city receives the largest number of visitors. Zatay, like all of the other Angel Cities, is built from a what appears to be a single marble slab, seamless in its perfection. But that is where most of the similarities end between it and its four sister cities. Where Regalis is meant to impress royalty and Faber is designed to perfection, Zatay was designed with the comfort of every race in mind.

Every doorway save those of residences is sized large enough for the mighty Anvar to easily pass through, and surrounding the centre of the city is a large shrine to each of the gods. Each temple is quite lavish, no expense spared in creating an environment that is soothing to every race and religion that visits. But even more than that fact is the incredible variety of foods available for purchase. Each race is accommodated with great amounts of anything they wish from fruit to meat to produce and the like. The city's appearance is also welcoming, a pleasant mix between mechanical precision and natural beauty. It truly is deserving of its title, the "City of Welcome." (Angel)
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