Elsmir

Perhaps the oldest munen kingdom in Rheann, Elsmir is best known for its deep woods and the strange magic which calls from them. There is an intangible connection to the past here that manifests as runic symbols, dancing lights, and voices from the mist. Arethalian pagans had myths and legends to explain each of these occurrences, inspiring countless tales of witches, fey creatures, and a world just beyond mortal senses. Modern Elsmirians still hold to an array of household superstitions originating from these oral traditions.

In terms of physical geography, Elsmir is a place of deep pine forests, majestic redwood trees, large bodies of clear, clean water, and the occasional swamp or foggy marsh. There are several munen cities and townships throughout the kingdom, but the largest by far is the capital of Avengarde. This ancient stronghold sits astride two waterfalls, overlooking the shimmering waters of Lake Arowain. Though Elsmirian settlements are often the target of Asgarothian raids, its people are protected by the legendary knights of Avengarde, who ride on the backs of winged deer called avenhind.

The population of Elsmir is largely munen, but there is a considerable number of dornen, adrassi, and pixies as well.

Avengarde
Home to the prolific Serilocke family, Avengarde is a city which stands on the threshold between past and present. Its districts are made up of equal parts aging stone and modern wooden construction. Pagan churches have been converted to public gardens and Archonist chapels. Although the country is ruled by two crown princes and a crown princess, the current generation of monarchs acts with the interests of the people in mind.

Avengarde may show its age in some regards, but it is still a place of wealth and influence. The city is flush with merchants and craftsmen, particularly woodcarvers, shipwrights, and leatherworkers. These artisans cram themselves into busy, open air marketplaces when the weather allows for it, turning the center of the city into a noisy festival of goods for those who have the coin to partake. And when snow clings to the worn cobblestones, the markets fill instead with ice skaters of all ages.