Welcome to ValdariaWelcome to Valdaria

An empire born of nomadic horse‑lords and settled . Life follows water and caravan roads. Status is measured by lineage, equestrian mastery, and the gleam of silk and metal.

A strict governs duels and deals alike, hospitality is expected, but slights are repaid quickly. Disciplined, opulent, and practical - nomadic lifestyle clashing with royal luxuries.

An austere theocracy sworn to a . Life keeps to bell and prayer; rank, duty, and law are drawn from the creed. hunt heresy and unsanctioned magic, while knightly orders defend the faith by shield and banner. Citizens are measured by their service and penance.

Cities of white stone and gold are built for procession and war. Radiant, rigid, and relentless - devotion cast in stone and steel.

An ancient, reserved people certain of their own refinement. Lineage, craft, and determine one's place. Courtesy is meticulous, yet distance is preferred. Outsiders are received with practiced poise.

Their halls seem grown more than built, with , slender spires, and bridges that flow like boughs. Soft, airy light gathers under the canopy. Serene, luminous, and distant - perfection tended by patient magic.

Draknar are a hard people of coasts and high country, forged by frost and stone. Clans speak plainly and keep their oaths. Worth is proven in work, hunt, and ritual. Feuds smolder between , but when the wilds or strangers press in, the valley thunders with battle cries.

bind law and memory to , and chiefs rule by council as much as by strength. Rugged, communal, and unyielding - survival hammered into tradition.

Stout and stubborn, the Uldrun make their homes beneath the mountain. Stone and metalworking skills pass from elder to apprentice, and oaths bind clan and guild. illuminates cities carved from granite, below the peaks. aqueducts channel flowing magma through interconnected mountainous tunnels.

Hammers ring, gates of interlocking stone hold fast, and workmanship rules the market. Steadfast, precise, and proud - .

An easygoing, close-knit people of river and hill. They share their lands with colossal, slumbering guardians that pay them little mind. The Honeyfolk favor quiet lives and good harvests, living in harmony with these towering sentinels.

A touch of hospitality and kinship with the giants serve the Honeyfolk better than steel. Warm, clever, and steadfast - they are the smaller guardians of , watched over by titans.