Ratoshi, Perzar XIII, circa 4.046
“The Atosh Nation lives on the fringes of the Eighth Circle, surrounded by a landscape of grays and browns. The sun never fully shines through the smoggy clouds and the air tastes like death. The few plants are dimly colored, and the earth all around looks dead. As a means of surpassing the natural order around them, and not least of all, as a means of showing off wealth, the atosh nobility dress in bright colors, dyed furs, and frills. They look like a hoard of idiots, but no one asked me.”
From “Machinations of Chaos,” Book 3: Mark of the Vulx












