The Dokhar have a complicated relationship with the multifarious giants of the deep.
The tyranny of civil law is a reflection of the tyranny of natural law. In breaking the laws and systems built by mortals, I shall break the laws and systems built by gods. All shall collapse, and be unmade, and then the Shadow shall again be Enthroned.
Fellow Citizens, I know none of us need reminding of the horrors of the past. The selfish pride and fury of that most foul of Summerlords drove him to unmake our homland [...] But think, now. It is well known to us that this was the work of a monarch
There is no even which has shaped Ngavari culture like the Sundering of Ngavar. What began as rebellion against Nimean authority—merely one of many—came to an abrupt and dire conclusion.
Upon the banks of the fair river lorn, / As motes of light did waft from morning sun / Down to the writhing tangle of the heap / Of vine and branch and fern and bush of Trogh, / Spirit to guide and guard the city surround
The city of Myh Dokh is, in terms of population, and arguably wealth, in the known world. Positioned at the mouth of the Myhsoro River, it is the first city of the Dokhar League, the beating heart of trade in the Shimmering Sea [...]
One of the few surviving creatures which had been endemic to Ngavar before the Sundering
Morad Neyh's obstinate refusal of both the Order of the Unceasing Tide and the Hand of Shadow left her, and her followers, in a very difficult position.
Among the Ngavari of old, marriage was a deeply spiritual and personal affair. Though often undertaken for purposes of business or politics, the act of nuptial union was incredibly intimate.
The Order of the Unceaing Tide, being the institution responsible for training the Andokh Renar, is poised to exert influence from one end of the world to the other. As its leader, the Abbot of the Unceasing Tide has the ultimate authority over that [...]
The Dokhar call death "Ngudren"—The Un-Rhythm, the absence of motion. The only thing which cannot experience the Un-Rhythm is the ocean, because only the tide cannot be made still.
A game of skill and endurance, Dyhlkhar Ngyhr—literally "Net Fight"—sees two opposing participants stand atop a large net, which has been stretched out to be not quite fully taut, and attempt to throw each other from it.
Said variously to be, contain, have been made from, or otherwise be related to the Heart Unceasing the Deep Drum is a kharo drum writ exceptionally large.
First domesticated by the early Ngavari—the old fashioned way, before they learned their arcane secrets of the Green [...] [w]hen eaten raw, the bulky root of [dolgam] slows the processes of the body.
And for the wisest of us, the rhythmic Tide holds deeper secrets. The Heart Unceasing speaks to us even still; the echo of the will that drives all can be known to whosoever has the ears to hear it.
There is perhaps no more indulgent a ship ever constructed than the Anlado Ru.
Thick in the jungle at the southern end of Lo Dokh is the remains of the throne of one of the first great empires known to the world, the Empire of the Sea. Ansaran Sul—The Palace of the Sea.
Before the War of Shadow, when the Dokhar held their arcane secrets to themselves, they ruled a mighty empire, which covered coastlines attached to the Shimmering Sea and beyond, and extracted wealth from the peoples further inland.
Being a recent event, the ultimate consequences of the rediscovery of are not something that can be known, but even as its influence continues to ripple outwards across all the lands, it can be seen that life has been forever changed.
There are few figures that loom as large in the minds of the Dokhar people as Dorakh Mul, who called himself the Lord of All the Sea, who his enemies called the Lord of Pirates
Morad Nyh, the Pirate-Priest, defies convention. After having rebelled against the many rules the Order of the Unceasing Tide places upon its Andokh Renar
You would be forgiven for reacting to the sight of a colony spider nest with trepidation. Their webbing drapes over their environs, [...] a valuable prize.
There is, of course, no disease more infamous than that Plague of Visions, Dancing Lights. Its early effects are benign, but they rapidly give way to tragedy, as the disease quite literally makes the world into a waking nightmare.
Many readers will be familiar with the tale of Quena and the Deep, where a girl is swallowed whole by a great beast, and journeys into its depths to learn the tidal arts of the Dokhar. [...] [E]ssentially all of whom learned [...] the story as children.
There is perhaps no language with such widespread usage and influence as that of the Dokhar.
It is no hyperbole to say that the Andokh Renar, or "People of the Heartbeat of Waters," have reshaped the history of the world.
When the Folly of the Summerlords laid low the heartland of their empire, its people were thrown out among their neighbors. [...] [P]ity was in short supply.
From the soaring, limestone walls of its central spire, to the winding corridors and sea-water filled reflecting pools of the tunnels beneath, the Abbey of the Unceasing Tide is a monument to the sea.
A large island off the coast of the old Ngavari heartland, the Lo Dokh of today is a foeid nightmare.