SALARIAN
A ghost of what used to be a vibrant, resplendent kingdom. Under a constant spell of winter, there isn't an ounce of warmth or happiness left in the kingdom. The people are in a constant state of despondence and worry. The kingdom is a stone's throw away from going in debt. It seems like everyone's just bracing themselves before the fall.
Leadership: King Cedric
Inhabitants: Mortals and sorceresses
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈•゚。
WESRAZIL
A collection of white buildings with blue roofs and gold detailing. The Iris sits at the very core of the temple and Wesrazil thrives on its energy. The houses seemed stacked and only rise higher into the sky. Green bushes and shrubbery everywhere, lots of cherry blossoms and weeping willow trees. Long, windy sidewalks that are rarely used due the population all having wings. There is no road leading up to the Air Temple. The only way in is to fly up.
Leadership: None
Inhabitants: Illyrians
A ghost of what used to be a vibrant, resplendent kingdom. Under a constant spell of winter, there isn't an ounce of warmth or happiness left in the kingdom. The people are in a constant state of despondence and worry. The kingdom is a stone's throw away from going in debt. It seems like everyone's just bracing themselves before the fall.
Leadership: King Cedric
Inhabitants: Mortals and sorceresses
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈•゚。
WESRAZIL
A collection of white buildings with blue roofs and gold detailing. The Iris sits at the very core of the temple and Wesrazil thrives on its energy. The houses seemed stacked and only rise higher into the sky. Green bushes and shrubbery everywhere, lots of cherry blossoms and weeping willow trees. Long, windy sidewalks that are rarely used due the population all having wings. There is no road leading up to the Air Temple. The only way in is to fly up.
Leadership: None
Inhabitants: Illyrians
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