By the port lies the Neyreen of House Lanark.
The Zulans and their Neyreen are a stout and rigid folk, looking down on the city from atop their homes. They control most of the trade and commerce routes in and out of the city.
To the north, between the tall peaks of the Zenron Range lies the mountain Neyreen of House Zulan. The royal family normally resides in the new capital, Dalmasra, which is a bit inland from where we are now, the port city of Yonkori. At the head of it all is the Empress, Ashelia Bal'Neisacan. The Neisaci is divided into Neyreens, each headed by a Neyrn and his or her family. We still like to think of ourselves as the citoyennes, though never in front of the Neisaci. They call that lot fealtors, loyal to the crown. They call us natives now, except those that bent the knee. The citoyennes of the U.S., the Simki, never really stood a chance, not up against magic, a force we didn't recognise. They came in force from their homeland, Neisacan, a name which has extended to and taken over the United Simdom. Even the air smells different, sweeter I suppose, but repression is repression. Fat lot of good it does us now, the Neisaci reshaped the land to their liking with their magicks.
There are other cities and areas, but you aren't really here for a geography lesson. Bordering all our lands is the Simantic Ocean. Down the country road a bit lie the suburbs, Sunset Valley, and to the east, a mountain range nestling a rural valley, Twinbrook. The United Simdom was formed about 900 years ago, but I guess that really isn't important now. I lived in, and I guess I yet do live in, Bridgeport, the capital of the U.S. But the rest were cloaked by a force we did not know of until they showed us, magic. At first there seemed to be only a few, maybe a trading fleet. The brows of their ships were not visible against the giant lazy sun, not until they were close to the harbor. I sat on the beach, taking for granted the civilsation behind me, the one we knew. I remember that day well, the sun was setting on the ocean horizon, the water an ebullient orange, mixed with flakes of gold and auburn. Diaries of a Simki - Introduction It has been nine eras since the creation of the Chantry calendar, so called the Gilded Era for the unprecedented wealth the Neisaci saw.
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