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The Cursed Blue Rose
Older than nearly everything else its people have built, Daskilon stands on the south-eastern savanna as one of the original Suvanar foundations. No harbour explains it and no river-mouth; the explanation is the ground itself, open grass country in every direction, where an approaching force can be seen early and met on chosen terms. It is a great city, and its greatness is martial — barracks, drill fields, remounts, armouries, and the enormous appetite all of that has for grain. What the savanna yields at harvest goes largely into feeding the city's own strength.
Daskilene identity is inseparable from soldiering, and the city is the seat of its own allegiance, which means no distant power decides what its army is for. Its faith matches its trade. Of the Ruby's six aspects, Daskilon keeps the Firewife, goddess of war, and her priesthood — all-female, as every Ruby priesthood is — carries a weight here that suits what the city does. Defence and devotion are not treated as separate subjects.