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The Cursed Blue Rose
Nothing grows easily on the ashen plains: pale, sterile, wind-scoured ground where the dust works into everything and the horizon does not change for days. Portavena exists because water does not behave the same way everywhere out there, and here it can be gathered, held and sold. That single fact is the town's livelihood. Traffic crossing the plains must stop where the water is, so a market grew at the wellheads, with goods exchanged, animals watered, tolls taken and loads rebalanced for the next stage. Because a town that owns water on a dry plain will be tested, Portavena is also built to be defended, and the walls come before comfort in every part of its plan.
Raised in the first wave of expansion after the original foundations, this is a modest place with an outsized grip on the routes around it. Its people are Lohanar, and the Portavene keep the southern habit of tally and contract; every measure drawn is a measure recorded. The town answers to the Creed, and the Infernal Creed is what is practised inside its walls, a faith of mastery and submission that finds an easy home where one party holds the well and everyone else is thirsty.