The Ryuul Plains
Where Honor Takes Root and Steel Shapes Destiny
Stretching across the central dominions of the Draconis Combine, the Ryuul Plains form the somber heart of Kurita power. In this vast and unyielding landscape, discipline, tradition, and endurance have been woven into the very soil.
From misted river valleys to wide, wind-swept grasslands, the Ryuul Plains stand as a testament to the will of House Kurita and the generations who have bled, toiled, and knelt beneath the banners of the Dragon.
The land is harsh but not barren. Rolling plains of yellowed grasses ripple beneath brooding skies, broken by gnarled trees and low, jagged hills. Crops are coaxed from stubborn soil by careful stewardship, and great irrigation canals—first carved in the time of the League of Stars—still carry glacial waters from distant mountains to sustain the rice fields and tea plantations that dot the heartland. Orderly and fortified villages cluster near rivers and trade roads. Their timber halls and stone temples bear the marks of countless generations, and their gardens are tended with the same precision that shapes their people's lives. Blacksmiths forge blades of remarkable craftsmanship, and calligraphers paint histories upon scrolls with strokes as sharp as any sword. Magic is known here, but it is wielded sparingly and with deep reverence, reserved for shrines, fortresses, and blooded lords who carry the ancient sigils of power.
Above all, the Ryuul Plains are a land of discipline. Every child learns to bow before their elders, to master sword and letter alike, and to bear their family's honor with pride or fall beneath its weight. Clans and Houses maintain ancestral estates, where samurai train in hidden courtyards and scholars debate beneath whispering pines. Loyalty to House Kurita is not demanded here—it is assumed, a bond older than memory, etched into the stones of every village shrine and castle wall.
Though the scars of the Elemental Wars are fewer here than along the frontier, every elder remembers the years when enemy armies threatened the plains' sacred soil. Old fortresses, silent but ever ready, watch the mountain passes and river crossings. Now, even as an uneasy peace holds across the Sphere, the Combine continues to drill and fortify its heartland, sharpening its sword for the day when loyalty must again be proven not with words, but with blood.
The Ryuul Plains endure as they always have: through patience, sacrifice, and unbreakable pride. They are the crucible from which the soul of the Draconis Combine has been, and ever will be, forged.
“In the shadow of the Dragon, every step is a vow.” — Coordinator Theodore Kurita
