An eternal monument to fire. The people within share the disposition of the element, fiery, passionate, and without rest. They work hard to glorify the element that rose humanity above the cycle and work within that cycle. Part of the triad of the cycle along with Aquion whom they hate, and Sanctuary who they tolerate.

Sanctuary a part of the triad cities of the cycle. Sanctuary has been a neutral ground for as long as long as people can remember. Perhaps because it is the home of the deadly but gentle silent swords, an order of monk warrior swordsmen. For them steel is sacred and to draw your sword means blood must follow. It is with this mantra and their considerable marshal abilities that Sanctuary remains bloodless… but for how long, peace is not good for the peace keepers, their services no longer needed the city lustre begins to dim.

The people of Aquion believe that without water, there is no life the essential part of the cycle, and they show their devotion to it. A peaceful people but still waters run deep. The tenuous peace of the Artizil Treaty holds them in place as much as it does Furious. Bitter water flows from sweet mouths in this city when it comes to those people. Centuries of blood cannot be washed away with the stroke of a pen, but perhaps like the quite water they can wash their enemies away.

The crystal plague, a foot note for most, and a note for merchants not be paid in gemstones. However, it is alive and real, what caused it? The preachers say blasphemy, the unrulily say the enemy, and the ancient say they were always cursed. Whatever the case the strange crystals grow, the locals hope they don’t catch it, but when your poor and cursed you don’t get to choose where you live.

The Tower Rose and the town grew. Do you want your safety guaranteed, simply set up your town around the most feared and hated people in the land, and surely other people will avoid causing you trouble. You would think they would be more comfortable with magic, but they fear it more than most perhaps because they know that it is real and know what it can do. However, these happy herbalists dutifully do the work of the tower as it helps the town prosper. Happy to trade with tribal or traveler alike.

The dazzling lights of Isis which keep the Opious bathed in heatless and ever twilight light hide the depravity of this place. A place whom primary income comes from slavery, then alcohol, and finally drugs. It said the dregs of every society makes their way here. With the last of the pirate kings dead and the black howl slowly fading back into legend, the only law here is there isn’t one. To live here is to live without mercy and if you can do that, you will prosper.