Kador Ouryon
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
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Posted - 2017.03.26 23:53:15 -
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My home-world, Marthia V from the Constellation of Ajah in the Tash-Murkon region, is, generally speaking, a cold planet (average temperature of 8.85 degrees) with the exception of it's equatorial band. Life within the band itself is vastly different, it's sub-tropical landscape is hot and humid year round, with no winter season present, though there is the occasional severe storm front from the West, most days are free of cloud. Two major vast continental Holdings meet within the band and a separated by a 450 mile wide straight.
I'm originally from a small town called Citra, which sits on this coast line, about two hundred and twenty miles North-west of the Holder's seat of Urvva in the Southern hemisphere. Citra is a small city of some 40,000 people, primarily engaged in the agricultural industry, the city alone accounting of roughly 34% of the planets total annual dietary requirements.
The city rests between the arms of two cliffs in the East and West (Coronation Rise to the West where the wealthy commoners tend to reside, and the Eastern most being Aoshnar-behesr or "paradise of illustrious personages").
The major sites of interest are the Dar-e Agiary (or God's Temple, place of fire and life), the sub-district shuttle port linking the people to the wider planet and cluster, and the Imud Hubrau (recently renamed), otherwise "Beasts of Heaven", which are enormous stone statues carved from the cliff sides on each side of the Straight featuring four central ideals of the Marthian Holdership since ancient times, Imla, Taht, Garla, and Ezem (God, throne, pride, duty).
Besides that there are lagoons, forest, golden fields of Solinum, and clear blues skies. There's is significantly more but I barely know where to begin and I imagine a fondness for ones homeland is often enough to skew opinions in its' favour.
What fills the soul?
Something that guides a lost child back to it's parents arms.
Or waves that dye the shores of the heart gold.
A blessed breath to nurture life in a land of wheat.
Or the path the Sef descend drawn in ash.
In the wake of fire.
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