Many miles span the wild woodlands of Feann; from the southern point where the Blackblight mountains meet the dark mires of the swamp to the highest northern parts where the savanna flows into the grasslands, from the western lone peaks that guard the border to shrub steppe to the eastern border where the heartland of the kingdom of Al’Khezam lies. This is Feann, the spine of the realm, tucked away into the hinterlands, far from the coast. It is a land of plenty, a land filled with industrious, hard working people.
Wild and savage beasts roam this land, both hunter and hunted, enjoying the wild bounty this land presents. A land of contrasts, for it is beholden to the life giving rains that change the landscape with each turn of the season.
In the dry season the vast herds of the savanna congregate near the permanent waters, creating a harrowing realm of predator and prey.
When the rains come, however, this land changes, from the duller greens and browns emerges a landscape of lush verdant greenery. The rivers and lakes of Feann swell to create a remarkable landscape, with vast herds migrating to grow fat off the land.
It is a land rife with unknown paths and the dangers that entails, yet the denizens are hardy and well accustomed to the wilderness that surrounds them, to the frolicking otterbears, the flights of waterfowl, the cats that stalk the high grasses and the Feannese are always seeking new paths forwards, through their homeland as the ever changing rivers create new challenges.
As you travel this land, you notice that it is a land filled with all manner of folks, for it has a reputation as producing some of the finest goods in the world; paper, pottery and most importantly textiles. It draws all comers, from all walks of life. Here the many tribes of the kingdom, and beyond meet and mingle, to trade, marry, bicker and dispute. It is also a land of various styles and customs, creating a curious mix where it is hard to pinpoint exactly what the people are like. Some are stoic and taciturn, others ebullient and vivacious. Some are wrathful and vengeful, others caring and forgiving; its people mirroring the changing nature of the landscape itself. An adaptable people, well used to the changes nature brings upon them, so too do they know; they must adapt. The only constant being the joy they derive from their ventures.
Feann is the gateway to the kingdom for the Neran cattle barons of the shrub steppe and the Al’tifali Waerd kindred of the Dras. The nexus point of the inner kingdom. It is a place where all the knowledge and mastery brought by the various tribes is integrated, absorbed and used to progress towards the future. A realm of boundless possibility, overseen by shrewd and hard working leaders.
Ruling from their ancestral seat in the city of Caparian, the House of Capsupal is well known for its intellect and industriousness, having created a dynasty of capable merchants. Caparian is the heart of the duchy, a well ordered and marvelous city, filled to the brim with experts of their craft, artisans one and all. Visitors often remark on the ever present hustle and bustle, the sights and sounds of the city as glass makers, performers, haggling merchants and even constables giving chase to would-be pickpockets, draw their attention. It is a place where those who seek the finest of goods come, and rarely leave disappointed.
It is a city of diversity, reflecting the diverse makeup of the duchy itself as brash janoan hunters bump shoulders with coiffed to’reshian merchants, where Dras walk arm in arm with Neran paramours nuzzling at each other, and where even the Waerd at times forget their collective natures and give a singular smile at a miraculous piece of music.
Text entry for Show us your Domain, for the duchy of Feann.
