#jessea

Here's incredibly rough map of the geography of Jessea, a nation that my friend @boxonthenile has been kind enough to let me use. (In addition to the Culari, who are the primary inhabitants of Jessea)

This is more or less just me figuring out geography and shape more than anything else. Also, sorry for the garbage photo quality, the only method I have for getting it on here is with the shitty camera on my tablet. 

@boxonthenile

Their afterlife is a weird cross between Greek/Norse/Buddhist. It’s broken up into three different parts (heaven, purgatory, hell), with the souls of the dead being sent to the appropriate one based on their life. Every now and then, Vasia or whoever comes down to the “lower” planes and nabs a bunch of folk for reincarnation so they can try and get into “heaven/the divine realm” (can’t remember what nile called it) again. Thultur (and maybe the scarlet king?) is in “hell” being assholes and hunting and torturing the souls there for shits and grins.

I imagine that a number of isolationist groups in the government use some mental gymnastics to explain why they shouldn’t ever leave Jessea. “Our role as protectors only applies to Jessea and those Culari who aren’t able to fight yet.” Is the main one I’ve thought of so far. I both love and hate it so much. I was trying to capture the self-serving reasoning that far right groups use.

Jessea uses a different method of measuring time than most other cultures do to their long lifespan.

I imagine that due to Jessea’s size, it has many very distinct dialects of Kellit in the same way that Gaelic is made of multiple, very distinct sub-languages. Or maybe more like the romance languages maybe? (It’s up to Nile, I’m just sharing my thoughts)

While the dagger is a sacred weapon, most Jessean warriors are trained in multiple weapons to better serve their roles as warriors and protectors, including shields, swords, spears, bows, and axes.

That Jessean society is, as a whole, incredibly superstitious and mistrustful of magic and the supernatural cause of Thultur, who in addition to being a cross between Loki and Satan, is their primary god of magic.

Due to their long lifespan, Jessea is technologically/scientifically a little behind everyone else. It’s just kinda how I feel about longer lived races like elves and shit. At least, if their super isolationist (Oh-waaaaaiiit).

That Culari are....physically....Idk. I’ve seen drawings of very monogender people that I thought is what they would look like, but muscly as F U C K.

That Culari with birth defects that prevents them from being able to go “full cowling” (in lieu of an actual name that is what I shall call it) are treating like dirt cause “their a failure”, not being able to fulfill their duties as protectors.

While Jessea is a mostly trade/barter economy (according to nile), I imagine that the merchant class/caste uses some kind of currency for the sake of making trade for themselves easier, and for when they deal with the outside world. Kinda like a cross between old japan and the inca.

That Salt is hella feckin important. This is due to Jessea being a very wet and humid land, it makes natural salt deposits rare and difficult to have, meaning it most likely has to trade with the outside world to keep themselves supplied. idk what they’d try to trade for it, but it’s a thought at least.

@holypatronus

”Cyril?" Jesse muttered softly upon reaching the door of the nursery room. He placed his hands on the frames, his arm muscles flexing as he leaned forward. It was twenty-two thirty, four hours past the average time that Jesse would come home on a regular basis.

He wasn't surprised that the lights of the condo were still on but he was surprised that the nursery still carried the dim lighting; Jesse didn't need any more evidence to hypothesize his family's location.

Jesse sighed as the base of his skull rolled against his pillow so he could better see London in the dim artificial lighting. It had been years since Jesse had last gone camping so he was glad to take the first plunge back in with London. It had been London’s idea to come down to the warmer south and spend a few days in nature.  It had been rather last minute, too, but everything seemed to be running okay despite Jesse’s concerns. 

“Those aren’t for you!” He snatched the half eaten cookie out of the other’s hand and took a considerable bite. He winked, a smug smile on his lips. Jesse had just risen from bed only to find the other not there. Where he found them was in the kitchen next to the Tupperware of cookies that he had just made the night before. Jesse turned around to lean against the counter so he could get a better view of the person’s face. “How about I make something for you or we can just go get something to eat?”