Meurig

The Tradeheights is no ordinary place. The miles coastline, most of it a sheer drop to the rocky, crashing sea below, was home to a string of towns and villages which had grown like weeds along the coast when Meurig Sheerwind was growing up. Friendly trade began just a few years before he was born into this world, trade to a place to the south that he hadd heard countless tales of: Firalia. Trade with Firalia changed the pace of life on the Tradeheights, and even deeper into this continent that the Firalians called Lyor (Meurig only called it home, however). Thousands moved here, and it became a town where most of the residents only dreamed of a little bit of gold in their paws.

It was this atmosphere that he grew up in and became adapted to. No one race dominated Tradeheights, there were owlcats like Meurig, creatures of the deep woods like the red squirrel tribesmen and the ferrets, strange lizards from Firalia, all types of griffins, dogbats, exotic sandy-coated foxes… All here for one purpose: to earn gold, silver and jewels in the trade of goods. Some were less reputable than others, but issues more serious than drunken brawls were almost unheard of.

The cliffs were steep , but trade was possible thanks to small boats that ran from the cliffs to the ships, and the  hand-pulled boxes that carried goods and creatures up to the clifftops. Meurig’s family ran a tavern in the town of Valyx providing him with a view of the creatures that passed through, from sailors and traders to mages and crafters. By the time Meurig reached his 17^th year, he thought he’d seen it all. But he was wrong.

Kaiser of the Moonflats: An Introduction

          

            He never wanted to be a hero, or a warrior, nor did he ever think that he would ever wield a sword. Kaiser Silverpoint would have been content to live the life his parents had, and their parents before them. They were farmers, gatherers, and occasionally, traders. He lived in the Moonflats, a land of meadows, gentle hills, flat prairie and sparse forest. Quiet streams wound their way lazily through in some areas, and swamps lived in some of the lowest places. This was the homeland of the jackalopes. They grew vegetables, grains, and some hardy fruit, they picked berries and nuts, made goods; baskets, cloth, carts, pottery. Their lives were busy, but peaceful.

            The Moonflats was dotted with villages which were connected by generations-old paths. Kai (as he was called by everyone) lived in Velvelin, towards the center of the Moonflats. There, he resided in his family’s ancient house with his parents and siblings, nieces, nephews, uncles, aunts. They all shared in that life, a growing prosperous people with a love of life and food and craft. That world was soon gone, in place of a frightening life of war and fighting. Kai hung up his farm tools in favor of a sword. He never wanted this.