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Turagbaren & The Western League

Map of a small part of the setting for a bunch of disconnected shorts I am writing.

Set it in a mix of the early industrial revolution, the age of exploration and 19th century reformatory schools of thought. The city of Turagbaren dominates the west through an unwilling league, making it essentially the capital of its own empire, with vast colonies spread across the sea to the east and south which wage brutal wars of attrition, far away from the sight of the imperial court in Turagbaren.

In the west, after decades of unrest and attempted revolts, three domino-like uprisings overthrew the imperial enforcers in three major settlements and set up their own workers' communes, unshackled from the decadent chains of Turagbaren and finally cleansing their alleys of their supporters as imperial troops surround the towns.

The Ghibli 'trend' is showing how little most people care at all about art and artists as a whole. Large figures starting promoting the art style only when they turned a passionate craft into mass manufactured slop made possible by mass theft of original work.

The Final Empire from Mistborn (Era 1)

Landscape practice

Full size.

Centuries ago, a lone fool forgot the laws ordained by those greater than her and committed a cardinal sin, one which insulted the the divinity itself.

Angered by such an act of insolence, those divine brought a taste of doom upon the whole of humanity. With a great roar from the skies, they tore open a great rift in the bowels of light itself and allowed it to sate its unending hunger on the the great continents of rock and stone which crumbled, and the once impenetrable civilizations of the land fell one after the other.

It was then that one stepped in the forefront of the purge and divested themselves of their humanity to become the Stone King, for nothing divine could burn what was not flesh. The Stone King put the Gods to the sword, hunting and felling them as prey across the shattered lands, they closed the rift and left behind a trail of ruin.

Bereft of their humanity, the Stone King united all the peoples of the realm by peace and war and created an empire with but one faith holding it together. For centuries the Stone King journeyed in a pilgrimage of death as they hunted down the Gods in retribution.

As they continued their pilgrimage, they laid ruin to and changed the lands around them, emerging mountains from the ground, digging up lakes from the earth and even enshrouding lands in eternal madness in retribution for betrayal. They slew the God in the North and the God in the South, turning their battlefields into hives of dust, they condemned the Living Goddesses to death as their pilgrims wept. Divinity lost it all.

Then, with their hunger for the godly sated, the Stone King divested themselves of all which they had won and secluded themselves in a lone hall bereft of warmth in the north where none ever ventured. Once again war began between the civilizations and with it returned the great rift sealed long ago by the Stone King. It is slower now, chewing slowly, feasting on small pieces at a time. It may be centuries until it has consumed it all.

The Rift now ravages the land yet again and the Stone King still lies alone in his cold hall as survivors migrate in the thousands towards the temporary safety of the steppe in the west or huddle for warmth in dotted, crumbling holds and keeps. The Last Dynasty of Trostor still stands steadfast in their fate as their kingdom crumbles, their stability an illusion in both the senses. The Rift's hunger however, will not be sated by the coast alone.

Map of the continent of Roshar from the Stormlight Archive

Made this back in early 2023... and didn't notice the two (?) missing nations or the slight mistake of the veracity of the altitude of a certain place.

https://inkarnate.com/p/PMv1gN/maps/A1LKVd