The Amrin leaf comes from the Nahj Amrinitas plant that is native to the mid-northern shores of Qua’Lorn. While a few have cultivated it, most do not bother, as it grows plentiful in the wild. Many lands have outlawed it’s possession, but those that live in its native habitat need only ask the right person if they want it. One can tell an Amrin Leaf eater by their teeth.Continue reading “A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: The Amrin Leaf”
“Qua Jon, father of magic, was not a worldly man. His magic came not of “things.” It came of himself. It came from enlightenment. We but seek the same.”– Garnosh, Mithrelian Kashkuli
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“A magical beggar is still a beggar.”–Carwinth Brass, Del Harun Merchant
I do not fear them, as they are simple merchants. I do, however, fear their dreams. I am almost certain that demons visit them during the night. I have heard their screams upon waking. I have seen one kill another over a slight she had suffered in a dream. They believe their nighttime visions to be real!Selid Quazar, Patriarch of house Quazar in Zan Zan Turina.
And yet… I have spoken to a Del Harun woman who knew things of me she could not possibly know. She claimed to have seen them in a dream. I am not one to be given to superstition, but what else am I to think? My stomach tightens as I remember her words and I forever await the assassins knife she foretold. Yes, I value their trade, but truly, their nocturnal journeys make it hard for me to sleep.
Del Harun claim to have ancient dragon blood in their veins. While there are none who can prove or disprove this, it is obvious to those who travel with them for any amount of time that they are not mere humans. These desert nomads ride their horses across the burning sands of Qua’Lorn, resting each night to dream. They carry what they see at night into the day.
The Dragon Lord of Mak is named Myrlita, and she is adored by most she governs. Her body and limbs are long and graceful, sheathed in shimmering golden scales. No wings protrude from her back, helping to give her movements a slinking quality, unhindered by anything that would break the sloping lines of her back. Her head is not horned or ridged and her deep green eyes fall mostly to the sides of her head. A leathery back facing gold hood covers the top of her neck. She often adorns it with silks and other decoration.Continue reading “A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: Myrlita, God of Pleasure”
The citizens of Mak are subjected to beauty all their lives; It does not stop with death, however. Those that die in the city are interred in The Dark Garden, a series of fields and catacombs that are as lovely as they are macabre. The monuments to the dead rival the structures built for the living. The death of a prominent citizen is the last chance for them to contribute to their artistic legacy. Continue reading “A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: The Dark Garden of Mak”
Huge marble columns rise into the air, holding aloft a roof adorned with a mosaic of Myrlita. The bright tiles catch the light of torches through the steam filled air. Joyous voices discuss business and pleasure as the populace unwinds after the toils of the day. The gentle current of the baths carries away the dust and grime of work, leaving the people of Mak clean in both body and soul.
Members from the 13 Favored families of Mak form the Beautiful Assembly, the policy makers of the city of pleasure. They have been hand picked by the Dragon God Myrlita as rewards for their contributions to the city. They set laws and handle the administrative actions that the god herself does not wish to. It is the most prestigious position in the city.Continue reading “A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: The 13 Favored Families of Mak”
The inside of the north wall of Mak is a sight people travel from far across the continent to behold. Those approaching the city from the ocean see the wall to the south with slight bits of greenery peering over top. There is nothing to tip them off to the splendor that lies inside. Once they enter the city, they see it for what it truly is.Continue reading “A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: The Tiered Garden of Mak”
There are many thieves guilds and gangs in Varrek, but it is said they all pay homage to one man: Alazard the Wicked. Publically, Alazard in a merchant, though all know where his true fortune comes from: He is the king of the Varrekian underworld. No large transactions or deals escape his notice. The thieves of Varrek have a saying: steal what you will, but give Alazard his due.
Long before Varekussius came to be known, the twins Druhaus and Mugan were worshiped as the gods of magic and knowledge. Legend says that Qua Jon, an Elf, was the first mage of the Samsarras. He was gifted his great magic by the twins so that he may teach others the ways of the arcane. Despite the Elves of current day worshiping the dragon gods of their lands, all know this legend well.
Located on the far southern outreach of the city, Tur Drexlinth is home to Sharar Mon Karra. Sharar is a powerful and reclusive necromancer said to travel the city in many differnt guises. The Del Harun, a tribe of warrior merchants who travel the eastern part of Qua’lorn, have a saying: “Every man, woman, and child meets Sharar Mon Karra once.” Continue reading “A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: Tur Drexlinth”
The House of Nothings lays a quarter mile outside of Varrek proper atop a small rocky outcropping. It is ruled by the Council of the Veil which consists of Cillehartly, Annatree Slipbound, and Cartania the Brass. All three are master illusionists.
Cillehartly is an elderly Gnomish woman, bent of spine and slow of speech. Originally from Gnomehome, Cillehartly came to Varrek when the city was still young. She made the pilgrimage to pledge her services to Varekussius in exchange for magical knowledge. They have been close ever since. Continue reading “A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: The House of Nothings”
The temple of Afrah, located a few miles outside of Varrek, is old. Those that reside in it now are not the original occupants. If they know who those occupants were, they are not saying.
Centuries ago, the Dark Elf Marzzit fled from his own people. He would eventually come upon the ancient pyramid in what would one day be known as Varrek. He lived alone in the temple for five centuries before once again emerging, much changed from when he entered. In his absence, the city of Varrek had sprung forth from the desert. He named the pyramid The Temple of Afrah and began to recruit followers from the near by city. Continue reading “A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: Temple of the Afrah”
Varekussius has scales of gleaming white, a perfect match for the dolomite domes they lord over in their city of Varrek. This dragon god is quadrupedal with great feathered wings sprouting from their back, the feathers sporting a rainbow hue of colors providing stark contrast to the rest of their body. This is not their only similarity to an avian, however. Their face is chicken like, a squat beak protruding form it. Two hypnotic blue eyes peer out over the bill. Continue reading “A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: Varekussius”
Ages ago, when the memory of Shilan was still quite fresh in the minds of the world, Varrekussius the wyrm led refugees across the face of Qua’Lorn. The people, largely human, had lost their homes in the great war between dragon kind and the demons. In the aftermath of the crusade, Varrekussius came to them and promised these peoples a new start in the sands. Continue reading “A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: Varrek”
The Kiradal are a small tribe of nomadic dark elves who travel Qua’Lorn throughout the desert nights. Led by an ancient Dark Elf named Vhurrenna, none are sure what has brought them to live on the surface of the world instead of its depths. They are constantly crossing the sands for some unknown purpose.
Vhurrenna identifies as male, which is strange among the Dark Elves. Their society is matriarchal, just as the Avriel society is. This may have something to do with their flight from the dark tunnels below. Rumors circulate that it was the result of some sort of rebellion, though any one who knows the truth of the matter is keeping their lips sealed. Continue reading “A Traveler’s Guide to Samsarras: The Kiradal”