Subject: Map #2.
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Posted on: 2016-10-16 10:13:00 UTC
A direct sequel to this one.
The great continent of Plortitics is a land divided. Still. Because of course.
The heart of Plortitics tells a tale of invasion and conquest. Over the centuries, the vast Central City of Hieronymus has extended its reach, and the advent of the railroads has accelerated the process. The villages of Huinesoron and doctorlit have been brought under the Hieronymus aegis, and vast iron towers pierce their skies. The ancient cities of nearby lands have fallen: the port of eatpraylove-DawnFire subsumed by the harbour-city Neshomeh, the desert metropolis of Desdendelle-Darkotas now the railworks at PoorCynic-Hardric.
Even beyond the reach of Hieronymus, change is the order of the day. The refugees of eatpraylove fled along the coast, conquering their rival desert port of Seafarer; in turn, Seafarer lived up to its name, setting sail as a floating slice of desert.
To the north, the retreating nomads of Desdendelle found their way to the Grand Forest. The fortress-cities fought in vain: Desdendelle rose anew in the ruins of their civilisation, and only JulyFlame survived, standing tall amid the burned lands of the war.
Invasion comes not only from the west. In the east, the mountain stronghold of the Dark Brother has fallen to a new ruler, the War-Queen Alleb. It is unknown whether she has formed an alliance with the Uber Overlord, or whether he fled from her, but his vast brass fortress has crawled across the mountains clear to the borders of the Great Desert. In its wake, insidious spiders of gleaming metal crawl across the land, remaking it in their image. The plains east of the Forest are now known only as the Brasslands.
Brasswork has penetrated the southern ocean, too. The floating snowflake of Badger421 is a bastion of order amid the choppy seas, separate by choice from the governments of Plortitics. West and closer to the coast, the steel island of Tomash stands firm amid the strongest swells, strange lights gleaming in its upper reaches.
But what of the Fabled River, traditional boundary of the Central government? Though its course has been altered close to the sea, it remains as it has always been: a gentle, clean stream, flowing down from the mountains. The long-abandoned ruins at Kaitlyn still guard its upper courses - but even in these wide plains there have been changes.
The towns of Vixenmage, Scapegrace, and palindromordnilap no longer sit on their ancient sites. Trading with Tomash, they have worked brass and steel into the very fabric of their buildings, and now they roam across the landscape, clanking through the night.
So matters stand in the vast, isolated lands of Plortitics, but more change is on the way from the north. A storme is coming, and the hawks of war flock in its wake...
hS
PS: Kaitlyn is at -8.75, -6.05, for (my) future reference.