Welcome to Tiran! This magical domed city is the centuries-old home of the Tiranish people. Brown-haired, and green-eyed, God’s Chosen Nation settled in the bowl of this valley after defeating the dark hordes of witches, cannibals and savages that swarmed across the land before the Lord Prophet Leon and his Founding Mages defeated them and created this bright haven under our magical dome.
Our dome, The Barrier, is fed by magic siphoned from the Otherrealm, just as God instructed Leon when He gave Leon the Founding Texts brought down from the peak of the wild, uncivilized Venholt Range. Today our mages, our best, strongest and most pious men, use the knowledge and wisdom handed down from Leon and the Founding Mages to keep the Barrier up protecting all of us from The Blight, and from winter.
That’s right, it’s perpetually spring here in Tiran! Yes, we have two months of darkness with the Long Night, but while those outside the dome shiver and die from cold and starvation, we’re cozy and safe! Because not only does siphoned magic power our dome, it also powers our electric lights, our furnaces, our factories, our trains, our ovens and everything else that we hold dear.
Now, you may notice some copper-haired, gray-eyed people living in the slums of Tiran. But don’t worry, those aren’t people, they are Kwen refugees. And they’re quite harmless in spite of the fact that their ancestors refused to follow the true God and therefore must suffer the annihilation of their people by the Blight. Heathens though they are, they make pretty good menial laborers so we generously allow a lucky few of them access to our bright haven. God Bless Tiran!
Rating: 5-star mix of fantasy, social justice, magic, and geopolitics. Brilliant.
CBR18 Bingo Circle: “Right” because in Tiran, might makes right
