Michael Julius

So much pomp and circumstance, punctuated by the harmed and the feared. Bullywugs. Suspicion and pitchfork. Tattered flags and fanfare.

Inside the city walls, the Trees shiver. While (not technically) wizards, hidden away in waterfront workshops, knit golems. Automation and gloom at the heart of the triumphant.

South and westerly from mainland Aeld, the Agglehorn Sea stretches into the horizon, to the reported edge, beyond which lie the legendary nineteen other sides. The Icosahedra. Above that perpetual horizon, hang Three Cube Moons.

Of note: the Isle of Lewis, home to Lewis, the rumored 13th Deathknight. Thousand Island and its Bland Sirens. Oars Rest, waypoint of sailers, travelers, rumor and opportunity.