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The Cursed Blue Rose
Brennisa does not sell its ore raw. The western temperate desert is a country of glaring days and hard freezing nights, and the workings driven under it offer relief from both. Metal is smelted, drawn, cast and finished on the spot, and the workshops standing beside the pit-heads have made this a place where a thing is bought for its making as much as for its material. Ornament, fittings and worked pieces travel out of the desert to buyers who could not find Brennisa on a map, and the town's name travels with them.
Brennisan craft is a matter of pride; Brennisan politics are not a matter of choice. The people here are Lohanar of the west, raised in the third wave of expansion and long enough established to have their own manners, songs and grievances, but the town is sworn to the Creed and the Infernal Creed is the faith of its households. Cruelty is a point of doctrine, and the same instinct for order that fills the workshops with careful, exacting labour fills the cult with careful, exacting obedience.