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Ɖein
From the blistering winds and jagged mountains of the North, beyond the balmy sands of Greece and the wooded wild of the Badlands, there rises the wintry kingdom of Ɖein. Covered from mountaintop to hidden valley in snow, the perpetually cold nation is not for the faint of heart. Many have tried and failed to conquer its reaches only to meet their fate against the elements. Its borders remain undefined; at the very Northern edge rises a massive dividing wall of fog that few are brave enough to traverse. It is called Skym by the natives, and it is synonymous with their afterlife or certain death. None who have passed through the fog have ever returned.
To the South, the country, while still harboring the same frigidity, remains more habitable. Summer and spring paint the cold landscapes in transient warmth, and it is in those scant months that the people and flora of Ɖein find reprieve for the coming winter. Most of the terrain is covered in mountain ranges and dense forests. The villages of Ɖein exist within the valleys, although the main exception to this tradition is Yaggr Hall, a massive building carved from the very side of the mountain, resting above the icy Oyl river. Enacted as a neutral territory between warring chieftains, it is here that tribal leaders can meet and communicate without fear of breaching disputed territory. Barring this, it is an oasis of warmth in the center of the land; all are welcome to take shelter here, even outsiders.
Ɖein remains as of yet ungovernable. The harsh environmental divides between territories has isolated the majority of the tribes of the nation; unification, as of yet, is impossible. There are nine total tribes in the country, and within these tribes smaller pockets of towns and villages grow and flourish wherever they can. Agricultural resources are the most fiercely coveted things in Ɖein; without the protection of numbers or a tribe, a man or woman can quickly find everything belonging to them seized by someone with superior strength and forces. Some have sought out the assistance of the Iqinile, a tiny community of North Africans whose strength have made them formidable foes to contend with. This is not something that can be counted on forever. They say the Iqinile are dwindling in number, and no one is really sure why...
Due largely in part to the land's unforgiving climate, Persia's relationship with the Northern country is almost nonexistent. To try and integrate their peoples into the Empire is considered a task of mammoth proportions; the Persians themselves show little desire to pursue it, and Ɖein is quite content to remain unbothered politically. In the past, some of the most egregious Persian criminals have been exiled there. It was said that if they reached Yaggr Hall in the center of the country, then their sentence would be rendered "commuted" and they could return to Persia within five years.
The majority never made it past the first mountain range.
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