Since the disappearance of the King of Thieves, Lord Walder, as the head of what is the underbelly of the economy of Gavin Wel, The infamous Mice Eyes Theives’ Guild, four splinter groups have been identified. Thousands of people in the huge municipality of Gavin Wel depend on income generated by these nefarious outfits.
There is a lot of ironic contradictions inherent in how one describes the lands of Orsolon: it is one of the newest governments in the world and also the home to some of the oldest cultures. Many of these ancient cultures do not live in the equally ancient cities that define the land, but rather exist as nomadic societies, scraping together existance from a time, some 40,000 years ago, when AlNaybab, the once and returned king, orignally ruled.
At over 200,000 citizens, the City of Copper and Light, Fahrib, is by far the largest City in Orsolon, Daotyr’s eastern most country.
Lord Akalthus Wyjern is the returned lord of Orsolon, the kingdom of his founding. Akalthus is the dragongod Alnaybab, also the avatar of Lendys, now mortal upon the face of the Earth. 25 years ago, when Akalthus arrived, flowers bloomed in his footprints as he walked and the starving city of Fahrib became a waelthy, central hub of commerce.
The Eastern lands of Orsolon are widely varied in envrions and culture. The Dark elven tower of Anthroilt (above, left) represents a marginal society of people who have had a difficult time integrating in the pluralist nations of the surface world. The Wilderness of Gala (above, upper right) is an alien world of blistering heat and full of strange predators. Large Bolsonai (above, lower right) are employed by many nomadic peoples across the region.
The lush wilds of Gelejsa are the ancestral home of a tribe of Goliath people called the Stonewoughs.
The Desert City of Pacon is one of the oldest settlements on Daotyr and home to the Wizards in Gray, the Alityme Orders, planewalkers.
Alamoniss, the castle of glass and rain is the home of the Githzerai.
The gate of Ba’Hyde protects one of the oldest Dwarven cultures in the world. The Goblins of the Far Forests are as tall as men and as strong as apes. The men of the Amolo grasslands are ruthless and cunning warriors.
The labyrinthine cliffs of Mirataun, homelands of the Birashatec Minotaur clans. The largest minotaur peoples in the world.
The Sundown Peaks keep the inlands of Orsolon dry and protected from the weather of the sea.
Psionics, or the Powers of the Bonatian Circle, are the original magic of Daotyr. These mental magics were lost to the peoples of the world for many thousands of years and now with the return of the dragongods, young people and old, of all races, across the globe are manifesting these huge powers. The Gray robes and the Dark elves of Orsolon are spending huge amounts of resources in the quick study of these magics and those who potentially do not understand the powers at their command.
The world was not destroyed, but made anew upon the return of the dragongods. The mechanics of their return remains a mystery; somehow linked to the spilling of the Blood of Io. Following the harrowing events at Shadowcall, The mortal kings and queens that have ushered in the seventh epoch of the Raelfaen spread quickly throughout the world, building kingdoms, economies and empires in their ancestral lands. With the names of the Dragongods, these leaders, for now, represent a returning to the original magics of the world. Now, terramorphic stroms rage across unknown wildernesses and exotic cultures flourish in places so recently ravaged by cosmic forces born of passion, void, magic and heart.
I am not a commander, nor your elected official. I am your Queen. It is my duty not just to lead, but to embody the principles of my people. This task is one I eschewed for decades. But now, in a time of great need I must prove my worth to you all. We need not a leader who gives us false hope or takes an easy out as our ancestors did centuries ago for damning us. We need one who faces adversity and destroys it with tiefling strength! This is a time of destruction and grieving, I know. But it’s also a time of opportunity and hope. We have the responsibility placed upon us to alter our legacy in this world, to make people trust us again. We have a blank canvas before us on which to paint a path of peace and undying strength. If we do not share these goals, if you would rather continue down the road of deception, then let you take another path, and let your name not be Mumbai. Those that follow, only this responsibility will guide us into this new age together. I know now I was destined to lead us through these difficult times, and I’m ready for the challenge before me. Are you with me? Are you with me!?
Meavoi, the Mountainfist King’s speech:
“People of the North! The elemental powers of the world have heard your cries of sorrow! I have heard your plight and we have been sent to avenge your woe. Together, let us raise blades and destroy our oppressors. Let us establish a new order of freedom for all peoples across our beautiful land! Follow me my friends! Follow me to Victory! For Hearth and Home! For The North! For Freedom!”
Over twenty thousand Faederkin fought with the free people of the North at SwordCall. Actually an original race of Daotyr, the Faederkin are the children of the Dragongods and are a Fae race. In the seventh age of the world, the Faederkin quickly dispersed throughout the world.
So says Bahlia, the first Dryad of Golden Tree
The Dagger of Ama Gna and the Pan-Goat-Vessel
Ama Gna was a legendary assassin who once buried this dagger between the wings blades of IO himself. The IOkharic prophecy states “…upon ripening in the stomach of the Pan, the fruit that is the new Blood of IO can only be made manifest by the destruction of the goat. The Newcome Mountainfist king-to-be must drive the dagger of Ama Gna into the vessel’s gut and then upon the draining its contents shall the power be real. The dagger must be used on the vessel only after the Heart of Evil is summoned by the Newcome Mountainfist king-to-be… ”
As a Deva, Jael Blackfeather lived many lifetimes longer than the average person. We all had the pleasure of knowing him during his last life on this world. In the celebration of his spirit, I will share a story about him that I’ve never told anyone before. What you all don’t know is that Jael and I met nearly 20 years ago at the Red Tower. You all read in Strom’s journals that my father, Paolo, took Jael into the Underweb to torture him and the ordeal left my father dead. Well, when he escaped that wretched place and came back up to the surface, he found himself in the Red Tower, in my bedroom. Bedridden, I lay in deep recovery after my parents had wasted all my magical powers to bring together an army, essentially ripping my soul in pieces. The bloodlust of my family had left me barely conscious. That day, I woke to bright light shining in my eyes, sunlight reflecting from the symbol of the Raven Queen on Jael’s chest. I saw the sad eyes of a Deva before me, I’d never met one before, his skin color was unnerving, and there was blood spattered on his face. He whispered to me that my father had been killed and he was endlessly sorry for my loss. Then he added, I should not pity him for death is the natural way, we all will die someday. He had no idea how relieved I was to hear my father was dead and could no longer torture me as he had for so long, he genuinely felt sorry for me. Seconds later, he kissed me on the cheek, and ran out of the tower, guards chasing after. For years after that, he followed my story, asking all Tieflings he saw for news of me. He worried while I was in the Underdark, he cried for my orphaned heart when my mother died, he prayed to the Raven Queen for my safekeeping. So when years later we met again, our relationship was so easy, so natural as if we’d known each other for many lifetimes. I learned from him how to love without familial obligation. For that, I will be forever indebted to him. Unfortunately, it was our love, and his need to protect me that led to his eventual demise. His death could be something we grieve, but I know he is with the Raven Queen. He came to me in a dream before his soul left this plane and said he was to be with her forever. He’d finally broken the cycle of reincarnation every to which every Deva is subjected. He has moved onto a better place and level of existence. That being said, we could mourn our own loss, or we could celebrate his triumph over circumstances. So let’s raise a glass to our dear friend, and his final lifetime on this world!
Eulogy written by Emma for Teak. Below: The Jael Crystal
Although Berraign, the hero of the Blood of IO lost his mortal life at SwordCall, he was reborn as a vampire at the stroke of his bandmate, Heian.
The White Queen, Emperess of Eyrolia, was trapped in an arcane torpor that pulled her to her young vampire Heian. Her terrible nature was revealed and her fate was sealed by the knife of her bardic youngling.
Chronicles of the World of DaoTyr 