For the past three centuries, Marcia has been ruled by the Paolemern Empire, casting a long shadow shaped by the lingering echo of its Mernic predecessor. Though the Seven Realms retain their own kings, queens, lords, and ladies, all bend the knee to the Emperor of Paolem. The northern realms are grey and cold—harsh in climate, but towering in majesty. Jagged peaks rise above frost-bitten plains, a land both forbidding and sublime. In contrast, the southern realms are dry and scorching. The canyons of Salbany carve deep, painted scars into the earth, while the deserts of Blemen stretch endlessly, their dunes swallowing the unprepared. The Paolemerns’ Marcian homelands lie in the fertile heart of the empire, bearing striking resemblance to their ancestral lands in Mernia—particularly the lush northeast of Karth, where fruit trees and rich vegetation still grow in abundance, defying the passage of time and conquest alike.
For the past three centuries, Marcia has been ruled by the Paolemern Empire, casting a long shadow shaped by the lingering echo of its Mernic predecessor. Though the Seven Realms retain their own kings, queens, lords, and ladies, all bend the knee to the Emperor of Paolem. The northern realms are grey and cold—harsh in climate, but towering in majesty. Jagged peaks rise above frost-bitten plains, a land both forbidding and sublime. In contrast, the southern realms are dry and scorching. The canyons of Salbany carve deep, painted scars into the earth, while the deserts of Blemen stretch endlessly, their dunes swallowing the unprepared. The Paolemerns’ Marcian homelands lie in the fertile heart of the empire, bearing striking resemblance to their ancestral lands in Mernia—particularly the lush northeast of Karth, where fruit trees and rich vegetation still grow in abundance, defying the passage of time and conquest alike.
For the past three centuries, Marcia has been ruled by the Paolemern Empire, casting a long shadow shaped by the lingering echo of its Mernic predecessor. Though the Seven Realms retain their own kings, queens, lords, and ladies, all bend the knee to the Emperor of Paolem. The northern realms are grey and cold—harsh in climate, but towering in majesty. Jagged peaks rise above frost-bitten plains, a land both forbidding and sublime. In contrast, the southern realms are dry and scorching. The canyons of Salbany carve deep, painted scars into the earth, while the deserts of Blemen stretch endlessly, their dunes swallowing the unprepared. The Paolemerns’ Marcian homelands lie in the fertile heart of the empire, bearing striking resemblance to their ancestral lands in Mernia—particularly the lush northeast of Karth, where fruit trees and rich vegetation still grow in abundance, defying the passage of time and conquest alike.