There is a place in the Kaikias Desert where sands turn to choking dust, rivers run as poison, and not even the green of scrub brush drinks the rains. It is a place where the Shroud has thinned so much, that natural life cannot sustain itself. And at the heart of this dying land, lies the knife which bled it dry: Cindersend, the impossible city. An oasis in the desert, home to every comfort and vice, if one can afford to pay the price.
The founders of Cindersend were elves exiled from the temperate forests of Seldaesa - rebel generals, runaway criminals, and deserters of the endless Summer Wars. Those Scorned Houses, the First of Many, sought a land free of the rigid constraints of their society.
Governance & the Houses
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