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the shopworn city-state of Tymon a short distance from
the intrigues of Daggermark. Founded by a Taldorian
gladiator and hero of the Fifth Army of Exploration that
mapped the riverways of the unsettled territory dozens
of centuries ago, Tymon’s gladiator colleges and fabled
arena enjoy a reputation that stretches into all lands that
thrill to the dance of bloodsport. The insane “living god”
Razmir hatches plots against Tymon from his expanding
homeland to the southwest, forcing Ullorth Ungin to
consider turning his trained warriors loose not on the
arena f loor, but upon the field of battle.
Nearby, the elegant stone gateways that dot the secluded
forest community of Sevenarches bear obvious signs of
elven craftmanship. The borders of the First World grow
thin in the immediate region, resulting in a preponderance
of fey creatures and nature spirits such as treants. A human
druidic sect known as the Oakstewards took over the stone
arches and surrounding community thousands of years ago,
pledging to keep outsiders (especially elves) away at all costs.
The ruling council of Kyonin is aware of the settlement at
Sevenarches and would like to reinhabit the land to finish
work started before the Age of Darkness, but so far the elves
have been unable to come up with a plan short of complete
genocide of the humans living there currently. The oldest
bardic lore of the region suggests that in ancient times
each of the seven arches was a portal to another world.
If true, the elves’ hands might not be forever stayed by
altruism. Eventually, factions in favor of genocide might
win the day in Iadara, leading humans and elves to make
war once again.
The weary inhabitants of Gralton, northeast of
Sevenarches on yet another tributary of the Sellen River,
have had their fill of war and violence in recent years.
Most are members of the old aristocracy of Galt, exiled
or f led from their homeland following the terrible
Red Revolution. The displaced nobles plot endlessly
to reclaim their lost homelands or rescue treasures or
allies from the chaos of Galt, and their need for strangers
in support of their position makes Gralton one of the
friendliest communities in the River Kingdoms. The
jovial nature masks desperation about the situation at
home as well as the fact that a large number of the town’s
inhabitants appear to be under the subtle inf luence of
some malign psychic entity.
Pitax, one of the northernmost River Kingdom
settlements, is the domain of the megalomaniacal
Numerian lord Irovetti, who in the course of extensive
travels throughout Avistan kidnapped some of the
greatest sculptors, poets, and bards of the civilized
south to chronicle the tales of his glorious victories. His
remarkable city—garish and impressive on first glance
but tawdry and cheap in the main—exemplifies the
typical realm of the River Kingdoms.
Gazetteer: Nations
Like Gralton, the marshy plains of Mivon have become
home to an exiled people, in this case the Aldori swordlords
who f led Rostland in the era of Choral the Conqueror.
Blademasters from all over the world seek the academies
of Mivon to learn the ancient battle arts of the Aldori, who
accept only the finest candidates able to prove themselves
in a series of escalating duels.
Dozens of similar city-states and minor realms dot the
waterways of the River Kingdoms, each with a unique ruler
and deadly idiosyncrasies of its own.
Sargava
COLONY ON THE VERGE
Alignment: N
Capital: Eleder (8,900)
Notable Settlements: Kalabuto (11,340)
Ruler: Baron Utilinus, Grand Custodian of Sargava
Government: Independent colonial barony
Languages: Common, Polyglot
Religion: Aroden, Abadar, Iomedae, Gozreh, Shelyn
On the wrong side of the Eye of Abendego, along the
rain-soaked jungle coast of Desperation Bay, lies Sargava,
an ancient colony of Cheliax cut off from its homeland
by geography, pirate f leets, and the march of history.
The failing crops, native uprisings, and naval threats of
the last century have all the hallmarks of a death spiral,
but ironically the very isolation from its patron state
that leaves Sargava in such threat and disarray has also
protected its people from the social decay and diabolism
that has ensnared their homeland. In a sense, the best of
old Cheliax survives here in the jungles of Sargava. But it
is unlikely to survive long.
Gained in a push by the land-grabbing prince Haliad I
more than 500 years ago, Sargava has long held the distinction
of being Cheliax’s most distant surviving colonial holding
(several attempted colonies exist in Arcadia, but none ever
lasted longer than a century).
When Aroden’s death threw Cheliax into disarray,
wealthy old Baron Grallus backed the conservative House
Davian, funneling the vast natural resources of Sargava to
Davian’s holdings in Corentyn. The raw goods plundered
from the land filled the coffers of Cheliax’s established
order and ancient Mwangi relics abducted from the
jungles summoned a vast army of mercenaries to Davian’s
azure standard.
It wasn’t enough. Davian fell with so many other
pretenders to the Chelaxian throne in the vicious Battle
of a Hundred Kings. Corentyn burned in defeat, and old
Baron Grallus found himself alone in the wilderness.
Word spread fast of Thrune’s victory in Cheliax and of
the emergence of diabolism in the imperial heartland.
Summer brought a f lotilla of imperial ships to the
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