Klaes
Klaes, the land of unyielding frost, is a union of three sister realms: Nyovylum, Arvysyne, and Voyda. The steppes stretch endlessly, broken only by looming dark forests and frozen lakes, their surfaces whispering forgotten tales. Its people, tempered by generations of hardship, build their stone fortresses to withstand both the relentless cold and the unseen terrors that prowl beyond. Beneath a sky heavy with storm and shadow, they do not merely live—they endure.
History
It is said that during the early years of the Dark Skies, Adam took four sisters as Eva at the end of his pilgrimage. Nyovylyn, the Austere Elder, whose eyes bore the wisdom of storms past. Arvysyne, the Lady of the Fields, who sows and harvests for feeding the folk. Voyda, the Wooden Voice, whose songs shaped the rites of faith. And finally Vielasyn, the last born, rebellious and capricious, whose destiny was always coveted. From these unions were born the four kingdoms of Klaes, lands shaped by will and blood. Once, the men who roamed these lands were nothing more than ferocious beasts, tearing each other apart in the mire of ignorance. But Adam offered them discipline and faith. When his pilgrimage came to an end, he died in the very lands he had sanctified, leaving behind him a legacy of iron and light.
Thus was founded the Sacred Church of the Warborn Sun, a parallel branch of the Faith of the Holy Light, an order sworn to follow Adam's ultimate design. Through its precepts, the lands of Klaes were purged of impure creatures. Among them, the Chayatiem, judged to be beings of corruption, were banished.
But it was the Leoharix attacks that forged this hatred into steel. For centuries, these vile felines have been tearing innocent people from their homes and chaining them up. There was no forgiveness, no forgetting. In their rage, Klaes hunted down the Chayatiem in the far north and decimated them.
But the most bitter feud was always between the sisters. Vielasyn, the last-born, refused the yoke of her elders, defying their authority. As the ages passed, blades crossed between the sisters of Klaes and the Empire to gain authority over Vielasyn. For this land is sacred, the site of the outcome of Adam's quest for the Egg.
Economy and Politic
Klaes, the Autarchy of Iron
Klaes is indomitable and solitary. Unlike kingdoms that bend the knee to golden thrones and usurping dogmas, Klaes submits to no empire, no sovereign, no pope. All that counts is the decree of the Council of Sisters, where the Kings of each region sit, guided not by their own greed, but by the destiny of the people as a whole.The Council of Sisters, a throne without a crown
While every land has its king, no one reigns alone. The supreme authority lies with the Council of Sisters, where Nyovylum remains the eldest and the leader. Her voice counts for more than any other, because only she knows how to sacrifice the moment for the long term, how to bend the individual to the service of the whole. Prosperity is not bought in gold or blood spilt on the altars of war, but in union, in duty, in the unyielding work of generations. Vielasyn, the impetuous youngest, no longer has a place among them. Her insubordination, her desire for freedom, have made her unworthy to sit beside her elders. The capricious little sister has been relegated to oblivion.Walled-in prosperity, jealously guarded knowledge
Klaes bows neither to the sword nor to foreign gold. Its economy is closed, its people isolated, but its flame remains. The land may be arid, the winters cruel, but the spirit of the Klaesian people is even stronger. Where others would sell their faith and pride for a piece of bread, Klaes forges his own path, where only Adam's teachings prevail.The Sun alone reigns
But most of all, Klaes has broken a chain that others wear without even feeling the weight of it: he does not bend before the Papacy. For if humanity has believed itself worthy of interpreting the will of the Sun of War, then it has betrayed its very essence. Kings may gather in council, but the divine knows no intermediaries.Population
The people of Klaes are cold and austere, their faces sculpted by hardship. They don't smile much and don't say much, and their restraint is not feigned but learned by necessity. The cold has taught them that you die alone, and that the good of the group takes precedence over the individual. Yet beneath this shell of ice, a discreet fire burns, and over a hot meal and a strong drink, they let loose, their songs paying homage to Voyda. But their vigilance never wavers, because danger is always lurking. To the west, the forest of Hiatus spreads its curses to lost souls, never letting go of those it claims as its own. To the north, the inhabitants of Voyda survive the wrath of Zoavyndorth, the merciless volcano that forges souls in pain and ashes. Such are the Klaesians: hardened by frost, shaped by fear, tempered by fire.
Type
Geopolitical, Theocracy
Nyovylum
Arvysyne
Voyda
Military Force
The army of the Sacred Church of the Warborn Sun marches to the rhythm of the war horn, under the saving Sun. Its soldiers, forged in steel and faith, are merciless warriors, disciplined by centuries of sacrifice and struggle. Their armour is engraved with sacred verses, each shard of metal bearing the weight of ancient battles.
Under the banner of the Burning Sun, they know neither retreat nor mercy, advancing fearlessly, their swords raised in a ritual of purifying the world through war. Every battle is an offering, every victory an honour sacrificed to the Sun, which lights their path, promising them eternal glory in the new kingdom of the Light. They crush all those who dare stand against the divine light.
Culture
At dawn, when the frost is still struggling to retreat, the men and women of Klaes gather in the arenas, where the darkness gives way to the first rays of sunlight. It's time for the sacred battle against the rams, imbued with the strength and fury of the ancients. Three to seven rams, enraged, are released into the arena, and the fighter must confront the beasts in an honourable choreography, each blow honouring the divine light.This sacrificial ritual is Klaes' greatest pride. But beyond the sacred lands, tales of Hiatus and the Deserted Tundra haunt the minds of the young. It is said that anyone who ventures too close to the cursed forest of Hiatus or crosses the frozen plains never returns, swallowed up by the evils of Hiatus. These stories are the lessons passed on to children to keep them safe from temptation and lurking dangers.
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