|Realm||Union of Radurjic Republics|
|Resources||Lumber, Heartwine, Berundas, Coloured Sandstone|
|Imports||Bronze, Quartz, Bricks and Pottery. Silk, Cana Beans, Mithril, Alchemical Compounds, Kelp-Olive Oil, Gold, Horses, Honey, Glass, Scholars, Spices|
TerrainEditFull many a wonder is told us in stories old, of rough, color-slashed ranges, of wide blankets of wine dark berries, of sorrowful losses, of a bold and noble folk. Hark, and recall the glory of Raaneka, the painted lands.
The terrain of Raaneka was seen by few enough, but known by many in fable and tale. Who could look upon the Painted Coast, that riot of colored stone which fell from vibrant, seabound peaks to dappled-sand shores, and not pause with teary eye? How else might Bandar of Many Colors, that sea port of old, have been raised?
And rising into Raaneka, what soul would not be stirred by the Berrylands, from which the sweetest wines still flow? Who could not craft the sacred ink from the emerald berry, or the sable, or the scarlet flowerberry, and be not moved?And high in the mountain passes, what soul has not wished for the solace of the Miracle Pools, those healing hot springs? What man or woman abed has not wished for the cleansing minerals of that elusive water?
PeopleEditHearty humans dwelt in that land, with sharp and mirthful eyes. They recorded joy and sorrow both upon their flesh with the sacred inks of the Berrylands. Upon their arms, and legs, and bodies they enshrined memory and oath with pride, and often walked unclad (or near enough) that all might see that pride displayed.
Their braided hair reminded them of the virtue of fellowship, and the community they dearly loved. They made a pact to that end when well and truly grown, after sixteen years of life, and their first tattoo was a reminder of that pact. Would they live for themselves, serve others in bold and mighty ways, and live in freedom all their days? Or would they seek out marriage, raise a family, and act as leaders of their community? Honor might be found on either path, and though there was little shame in changing paths in life, such a decision was grave indeed, and was not made in haste.
And religion, that ancient rite, was found amongst them too. Those daring and clever ancestors of each family line were raised as exemplars in death. Their wisdom trickled down from the firmament for long years after their death, and guided the Raaneki to harmony, the joy of fellowship, and the glory of stunning vistas and new scenes. Some few of them worshipped the Lord of Fire, and their worship was welcomed but unvalued by those who held their ancestors in higher esteem.