Atlas entry
What the charts and ledgers of Kworgalya record of this place. Its own story has not yet been told.
Little dries out here. Pristanov sits in temperate rainforest near the centre of the continent, on a river that runs down to a lake, and the weather that keeps the forest so heavy also keeps the roofs steep and the timber yards under cover. Three things move through the city. Fields and orchards cut from the wet forest feed it; mills, tanneries and workshops turn what the forest and the fields give into goods worth carrying; and the water takes those goods out again. It is a working city, loud early and quiet late, and prosperous in a plain and unglamorous way.
The Radiant Light is kept here, and the Pristanese who keep it are Suvanar. Their city belongs to the third wave of expansion — old enough to have outgrown its first limits several times over. Allegiance runs to Risbern, an arrangement that suits both parties well enough: Pristanov produces, and a city built around soldiers has a permanent appetite for what a productive one makes.
PeopleThe SuvanarThe Ruby-hearth people of the southeastern coast — fair, sun-touched, and fiercest of all the Elekoi in their devotion to the goddess of flame. They are builders and warriors…
CityRupaterThe City Beneath the Mountain Bones — a fortified cistern-city where the volcanic desert meets the Greathammers, in which water is counted like scripture, safe passage is bought…