Anyuh Nepechidee

Far out to sea somewhere below the Yassa Fossa sails a grand ship, an island some would call it, called the Anyh Nepechidee. This ship is an entire city home to a small population of three thousand or so.

Architecture

The blueprint for the ship, still found in the Museum of Nepechidee, was made by one genius-made king. Those repulsed by the land's propensity to allow wanderers into the land and cause havoc devised a scheme to set sail to the open sea. Though there will be creatures there of danger and would still enter uninvited, the movement of the ship and the difference between the sea and land would reduce this affliction, as they called it; the affliction of connectivity. Plan made by one person, crafted over a hundred years before it was able to set sail

Governance

While those in government offices are chosen by meritocracy, the final word is passed by a monarchy as the Queen With Her Name Lost rules over her centuries of life. This began after the ship had first set-sailed but has been since clouded with conspiracy rightly and possibly set by the queen herself.

The Queen With Her Name Lost

The queen is cursed to not age. She has grown weary of living and forming relations. She claims that any relation is pointless as they will die and be lost to her memories. She continues to govern, as it is what she remembers to do and what keeps her anchored, but she would soon end her life if capable.

The original story of her curse has been lost to time and her memories are gone as well. While not as old as the Elder Gheforis, they share the curse of immortality without an endless repository of memory. They have met on occasion, often for diplomacy but have had a kinship only those two would be able to, and they are able to commiserate on what has been lost and what will be lost.

Trade

It is their culture, those aboard the ship, to refuse entry of outsiders. But still, they are a calm people and open their ports, under heavy restrictions, to outsiders to allow the flow of new goods, services, ideas, technology, and even, to a very small extent, sought-after individuals into their fine city. And the people too have things to offer, things only they have. Namely, their brilliant minds as the meritocracy build a society welcoming excellence. This is not to say it is a perfect society, but one that would otherwise have nothing to offer for trade.

The Curse

As the tale goes, there once was a king who floated along the waves. He was a happy king with a happy people, free of worry and full of wonder as the stars guided their way. One day, he found himself old and without a continuation of lineage. So he set forth to find the most fitting queen aboard his vessel. The vessel was then small in populace and everyone had met the king on a personal matter at least once in their life. So he knew that none would suit him aboard the ship and he must, to the fear of his subjects, look beyond the waves to find the one right for him.

They pleaded with him not to, offering suggestions on the most qualified wives that would ensure their happiness stayed. But he would not be satisfied as none could fulfill him in the way he thought he wanted. So they docked, an unheard-of thing for hundreds of years. NAd he set forth a decree to those far and wide that whoever would fulfill his hidden want would board the ship and become his queen.

So hundreds, thousands, came to the small port, ready to gain fortune and power as would befit a tale of fancy. But even those on land, those with the opportunity to surprise, subvert, and astound the king could not bring him what he wanted. That was until she had arrived.

She came with a name, something we will not remember, and offered the king a secret. What this secret is, well, that is for the imagination as nothing could ever fulfill something never disclosed nor elucidated. Regardless, this woman, a landwalker, boarded the ship and became queen.

The king was old and happy now, and the queen bringing fabulous ideas to the people of the ship. And too did she bring a suspicion as no one from off the ship could be worthy of the king. They devise, the people of unrest, a plot to rid themselves of the parasite. They would steal away during the night, bringing her a curse of infertility. With their most wise of sages, they did such their evil deed and brought the king no heir into his elderly death. Thus the queen took to presiding over the people solely. She was not unjust, on the contrary, life continued as normal. But a sinister shadow seemed to stretch from her over time. 

She did not wed again, unhappy with her infertility, creating a decree that the most worthy king would succeed her on her deathbed. She would ply to the people's words and no more bring those off-ship aboard. But as the years went on and the plotters grew old, the queen did not.

It was this infertility curse that brought her a life she could not bring into herself. She would not age, and the decree so happily accepted by the people as they would regain their autonomy, would never come to pass as she never did herself. Thus is the legend of the Queen With Her Name Lost, though the truth of this is ambiguous.

— Splendiferous Life and the Monsters They Coddle