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"We must rely on our own knowledge, not on the dogma of the seekers or the mutterings of the sphinxes."
—Tullus of Palandius

"They say the ruins of Sedraxis were once a shining capital in Vithia. Now it is a blight, a place to be avoided by the living."
—Olcot, Rider of Joffik

"The most powerful dreams visit those who shelter in a dragon's skull."
—Chianul, Who Whispers Twice

On Naya, ambition and treachery are scarce, hunted nearly to extinction by the awe owed to terrestrial gods.

The dense jungle surrenders to a lush and lavish expanse. At its center uncoil the spires of Qarsi Palace.

That which endures, survives.

Jund is a world as cruel as those who call it home. Their brutal struggles scar the land even as it carves them in its image, a vicious circle spiraling out of control.

For wisdom's sake, it was built high to gaze on all things. For glory's sake, it was built high as a testament of power. For strength's sake, it was built high to repel all attacks.