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Illyria.
Once the crown jewel of the southern empire of Notensia, the grand gateway to the sea has over the past decade fallen into a husk of its former self. While most royal cities of the Lumine League begin with a vision of grand splendor and holy light, this one begins with a vision. What King Lucius saw is a mystery, but all you do know is that for ten long years after, his order became dedicated to erecting massive walls around Illyria. Naval trade halted, common folk fled, the only remaining purpose for the city was its royal obligations and acting as an endpoint for long pilgrimage.
Foreshadowed by the Lumine Church conscripting far more military might than usual, the decree came in the early spring. Notensia was exiting the Lumine League. The intent of King Lucius of Illyria was not conquest, rather, he wished to be conquered. His promise was impossible to believe, that anyone strong enough to defeat him would receive unfathomable power and the right to rule. Reports from holy soldiers turned trembling survivors and deserters shook the whole realm, yet it enticed its warriors. Illyria had become a city of chaos, and the world would be lucky for its walls.
As the months dragged on, The Church claimed power over Notensia, but Illyria remained a warzone. Orders of conflicting Templars, foreign nations, mercenaries, and all manner of other fools flocked to Illyria to wage war or profit from those who wished to wage it…
