Tyrinthius
Tyrinthius, a land marked by the echoes of ancient battles, is a territory where thick jungles and winding rivers conceal the remnants of bloody conflicts between humans and Chayatiem. Today, the lands are divided into four provinces : Lithrothius, Lymthyopiel, Astelymphar and Ruvalymph. Humans and Chayatiem coexist in a fragile peace, but beneath the surface, old grudges persist. The past, though buried, is never truly buried in the soil of Tyrinthius.
Yet, while humans pursued their divine legacy, the Chayatiem sought refuge. Tyrinthius became their sanctuary long before the birth of Chrystemis, as they fled the clutches of human's kingdoms. After the birth of the empire, with its insatiable lust for dominion, thrived on the slave markets, where Chayatiem were bartered like cattle. Those who reached Tyrinthius bore scars both seen and unseen, and they brought with them a deep mistrust for humanity, a tension that lingers like a festering wound.
Histoiry
Rising from the ashen bones of countless territorial wars, Tyrinthius is a land where no king ever sat and no queen ever reigned. It was once the dominion of fractured clans, bound only by the chaos of their pagan rites. Over centuries, the soil of Tyrinthius bore witness to relentless conquest: first under the banner of mortal men, and later beneath the shadowy rule of the Nausilythe. Their ages-long dominion scarred the land as deeply as it did the hearts of its people, sowing an unyielding enmity between the humans who remained and the Chayatiem who came to dwell among them.
Tales spread of a sacred site hidden deep within Tyrinthius, a place where Adam our venerated Father, the first man, was said to have transcended his mortal coil and been imbued with the Essence of God. To the devout, this land is not merely holy; it is a paradox of time, the place where God is both foretold to be born and was born before the dawn of the world.
The Pact of Saphir was signed in 5816 RC allowing Tyrinthius to become independent from Chrystemis and Nausicaus. Tyrinthius stands as a land of uneasy coexistence. The ancient animosities between human and Chayatiem remain, nurtured by memories of conquest and chains. As Chrystemis casts its shadow further across the land, the divided peoples of Tyrinthius must decide: cling to their fractured past, or unite under the same banner
Economie
Ressources
Tyrinthius, a vast territory, lies at the crossroads of wild lands and nourishing rivers. Its hot, humid climate harbours a fascinating biodiversity and a wealth of precious resources, coveted by neighbouring kingdoms. In the deep jungles, the forests stretch as far as the eye can see, filled with medicinal plants with ancient powers, their gnarled roots imprisoning secrets forgotten by time. The swamps teem with rare minerals, wisely mined by local tribes using ancient methods to harvest gems and precious metals such as jade and copper.
The endless plains of Tyrinthius, with their tall grasses and rushing winds, also hide deposits of salt and phosphates, used to fertilise farmland where crops of rice, tropical fruits and spices flourish. The country is renowned for its precious lotus silk fabrics, produced by giant silkworms, which carpet the forests and mountains. The people of Tyrinthius, who have mastered the art of taming land and water, are also skilled in the art of trading these goods, linking their empire to other great nations.
Liberation from slavery
Though slavery is outlawed in Tyrinthius, shadows cling to its glittering markets. In the dead of night, clandestine merchants barter for orphaned children plucked from the destitute streets of Phasyneum or Mosyne, destined to be sold into the cruel dominion of Leonidas. These traders, navigating the fraught lines between enemy realms, gamble with their lives and morals for the lure of gold.
Yet darker still is the black market of flesh that festers beneath Tyrinthius’s prosperity. Both Chayatiem meat and human flesh are trafficked in secret, whispered about in the taverns and alleys of the republic. These illicit wares cater to the hungers of the depraved and serve as a grim reminder that the ancient enmities between human and Chayatiem remain unresolved, festering beneath a fragile veneer of coexistence. Tyrinthius, for all its wealth, is a land of contradictions, where light and shadow are inextricably bound. Here, even the noblest ideals are stained by the price of ambition and the weight of taboo.
Opium and pillow
After the Pact, Tyrinthius, like a blossoming pearl, forged a new identity. The freed lands hid a rare and precious treasure: the Tyrinthius sleeping poppy. A secret, bewitching variety whose opiate sap loosened spirits and weakened wills.
Thus were born the opium salons, where smoke mingled with lost souls. Lylium and Ierusylithym became popular destinations, where nobles and the wealthy in search of a momentary escape lost themselves in the bewitching delights of the drug. These cities, renowned for their architectural marvels, became havens where the highest ranks indulged in unbridled voluptuousness.
But the opulence of Tyrinthius was not limited to the intoxicating vapors of its opiates. The brothels of Tyrinthius were bastions of unthinkable refinement, sanctuaries where eroticism mingled with unbridled sensuality, far removed from the taboos and burdens of neighboring kingdoms. There, the pleasures of the body were celebrated without shame or fear, and the infamous and the sublime merged in an endless dance. Not only women and Chayatiem were sought-after creatures, but men too, young and middle-aged, found their place in these establishments.
Politique
Once a beacon of radical equality and shared governance, Tyrinthius now teeters on the edge of decay. It is a land without kings is divided into 4 provinces, each must elect 2 representative members to join the Tyrinthius Magistrates Council, one human and one chayatiem, from the upper echelons, to lead for a 1 year term, tasked with shaping the laws and rights for each cityzens. Here, no throne is eternal, and no soul rules forever. Former members sit on the Council and can advise elected members or stand for re-election.
Yet in the absence of tyrants, another shadow looms: corruption. Within Tyrinthius, whispers of betrayal and ambition slither like poison through its once-hallowed halls of governance. Magistrates barter their fleeting authority for forbidden wealth, secret pleasures, or the dark promise of eternity. No one can be trusted or believed, traitors are hiding everywhere.
Beyond its borders, the Empire of Chrystemis lurks, seething with unspent wrath. Having been cast out from the fertile lands of Tyrinthius, Chrystemis has not forgotten the humiliation of its lost colonies. Spies, and assassins are infiltrated into the heart of Tyrinthian politics. The Empire hungers not merely for territory but for dominion over its defiant neighbor.
As the weave of Tyrinthius frays, its people must tread carefully, for the republic is a delicate thread one that could unravel into an abyss of anarchy or be ensnared in the golden chains of Chrystemis. And in this world, chains gilded with promise are the heaviest of all.
Lithrothius
Lymthyopiel
Astelymphar
Ruvalymph Foundation
5816 RC
Religion
Tyrinthius is a land woven from a mosaic of beliefs, where countless religions coexist in fragile harmony, their dogmas mingling like currents in the same river. Among them are the Yaldem Telae, devotees of the cult of the Spider of the Cosmic Web. Common ceremonies are sometimes formed, but rivalries often erupt in bloodshed. In Tyrinthius, the gods are numerous, capricious and silent. But in their shadows are woven the stories of a people who, even in the face of the absurd, seek to understand the incomprehensible.People
The Living of Tyrinthius are a people forged by adversity, wary at first but warm and playful once they have gained their trust. Their freedom and harmony are sacred, guiding their union in the face of hardship. Resilient, they celebrate life with songs, poems and feasts of lychee liqueur and braised fruit. Rivers, revered as mothers, play a central role in their lives: children are sometimes born in their sacred waters, blessed by their currents. While friendships between humans and Chayatiem illuminate their legends, betrayals darken their history just as much. Tyrinthius is a kingdom where every laugh masks a struggle, where every song is a victory over the harshness of the world.
Trade Routes
Tyrinthius, a land cradled by rivers, thrives on the lifeblood of its waterways. Its swift galleys, crafted with unrivaled skill, dominate the currents, forging trade routes to Phasyneum, Sympruosia, and even the distant lands of Nyovylum in Klaes. The Chayatiem sailors hold a unique privilege, venturing into the forbidden lands of Nausicaus and Leonidas, where humans are but slaves or prey. They return to Tyrinthius bearing treasures unseen elsewhere: fabrics woven by Leonidas' human slave children, magma stones, and feathers of Nausilythe. This forbidden trade fuels Tyrinthius’s wealth, making it the unrivaled hub of commerce, a place where everything, from divine relics to whispered secrets, can be bought.
Yet, wealth brings peril. The empire of Chrystemis eyes its riches hungrily, while distant kingdoms conspire to turn the tides of fortune. Beneath its glittering markets, Tyrinthius remains a land of dangerous ambition, where rivers carry not just goods, but the weight of betrayal and greed.
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