Club Campaign Setting-Intro: "Exiting Mandjet, Into the Emerald Palace"

EXITING MANDJET, INTO THE EMERALD PALACE

"Lush verdant subtropical forests encircle the white-stone walls that encapsulate the largest city on Yahvelt Major, obscuring the heavily inundated urban dwellings, bustling markets of street vendors and storefronts packed with the buying public, and amorphous throngs of the red-skinned Anu’sec and the white-skinned Ra’fir dragonborn traveling to and fro. The buzzing of setkbels fills the air in a low-humming vibration sound, a cheerful chorus that waxes on and off, a song sung by the large and green shimmering shelled insects that populate the countless age-old oaks throughout the forested lands nearby.

White-stone obelisks topped by pyramid-like cut rose quartz crystals the size of a dragonborn skull reach upward toward the ruby colored sky, climbing beyond the exalted rows of planted palms and the solid walled exterior to reveal the near-exact locations of market squares; the lofty stony landmarks are decorated with elaborate gold-laid hieroglyphs that record the city’s millennia existence.

Above it all many airships drift blissfully and lazily upon the majestic skyline, this larger planet accompanied by its similarly inhabited moon, witness to the eternal dance of both planets as they are both moons orbiting an immense tempest which is painted with turbulent cyclones that never cease their destructive patterns. And beyond that a quiet sun which burns warmly. The elite, the more fortunate, and the wealthy all enjoy the day gazing from upon these airships using brass telescopes to peer down below to observe the commoners whose quarrelsome lives they love to despise and ridicule.

Alas, those many that toil in the factories, that protect the city, and that work tirelessly in overcrowded workshops are the same who support the guild halls, industry leagues, and general services that maintains the city and therefore the economic power of the ruling-class. The guild halls are a loathsome place where the desperate poor and working-class seek to barter for benefits and pay raises from those rich and powerful by way of the industry leagues, the same rich and powerful who control the industry leagues are then the force behind the guild halls.

It is perhaps only a single guild that ever attempts to reestablish equality among the citizenry, if ever it existed, and in these dark times more and more dragonborn decide to the use the Lunar Gate and flee these types of places to the smaller and older planet to seek a more humble life in exile. But deep in the jungles an ominous wind blows, a disturbance having awakened that which will quiet the streets of cities like Mandjet and bring destruction down upon the guilds one by one.

As you and your fellow Osirian accensi finish final preparations to escort a handful of merchants to the Lunar Gate you finish and then in hope and in seriousness all join in hands and say a prayer for protection to Rashnitsu. Eblix, a junior councilman of the Osirian, bids you all farewell and hands the party leader a sealed envelope before turning and walking away."