I made this map some time ago, maybe it will help as a reference.

Zoom on Ambev the Capital and the Talkei Valley

Agroal, a mix of Venice and Cairo in a tropical jungle. Cheers

2 beautiful A0 plastic plotter resistant to everything, including a game session.

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Perhaps @Shessar would choose to make a sleeping dog more realistic. Here's my Argentine Dogo, taking her sacred siesta.

Orenshire

This was once a bustling village, where kilns burned restlessly, shaping soft clay into sturdy tiles and exquisite pottery. The clay, mined from local quarries, was renowned for its reddish hue and malleable texture, making the town a small but thriving crafts centre. Small boats glided down the Slimy River, laden with goods that were bound for Ironvale before heading north for markets.

Then came the catastrophe. The tremors opened deep crevasses, sucking up the groundwater and leaving the land parched and barren. The river became a rotting watercourse, its black, oily waters swallowing the boats that once carried the town’s livelihood. Disease spread like wildfire, claiming lives in despair. Many fled, but those who stayed… changed. Today, just over two hundred souls inhabit this place, dragging themselves through indistinct days, trapped in a fog of resignation. Their eyes wander unfocused, their mouths murmur incoherent words, as if trying to remember something that has faded with time.

Behind the town, the forest remains like a ghost. Its dry orange trunks seem to ignite in the cold light, and from them emanates a sweet smell, almost hypnotic, but charged with something wrong. Invisible spores float through the air, sticking to skin, infiltrating tired lungs. Some claim to feel something crawling inside them after a walk along the edge of the dry forest. Others wake from restless dreams with the feeling that the forest is calling their name.

The Story of Corrun, the Exile of Wisdom

In ancient times, when kingdoms fought for glory through steel and faith, there was a man whose power came not from the blade, but from the mind. His name was Corrun, the son of peasants, but adopted by the elders of a court eager for oracles and advice. From a very young age, he demonstrated a rare intelligence, a clarity of thought that overshadowed even the most renowned scholars. Corrun read the stars, deciphered dead languages, understood the cycles of the visible and invisible worlds with equal diligence.

For decades, he served unstable thrones, advising kings in wars and treaties, preventing disasters and shaping the destinies of the poor and the rich. His word was law among nobles, and his presence was feared and at the same time revered. But the higher he rose in the esteem of the powerful, the more he became disgusted with human vanity. The halls were filled with empty words, feasts in the midst of famine, and kings who used wisdom as an adornment, not as a beacon.

Tired of the hypocrisy and futility of the courts, Corrun abandoned everything—his robes of counsel, his titles, and his name in the chronicles—and disappeared from the eyes of the world. Some say he left after a dark omen, a vision that the kingdoms he had helped build would drown in blood and forgetfulness.

In the solitude of a road's end, under an eternal sky and among meadows where only the wind dared to sing, Corrun founded a monastery of the Black Stone, humble and severe. There, together with a few disciples who had also renounced the vanities of the world, he laid the foundations of what would come to be known as the Order of the Manuscritori, monks of silence and writing.

The Manuscritori, Keepers of the Living Word

The monks of St. Curron—so named after his death—are known for their devotion to the preservation of knowledge. They believe that words have spirit, and that each letter drawn is a spark of ancient power. Inspired by the spread of knowledge, they developed forms of enchanted calligraphy, where each page is both a mirror of the soul and a spell in repose.

Monastic Life

At the monastery, days begin with chanting in the Inner Cloister, where voices rise in ritualistic harmony, echoing through the covered stone corridors. Meals are silent, shared with reverence. The herb gardens, arranged in alchemical circles, are both medicinal laboratories and places of spiritual revelation.

The monks dress in simple robes made of dark wool, covered with symbols embroidered with silver thread and dried blood—marks of protection and wisdom. There, their study of the visible and invisible world is uninterrupted: they study stars, anatomy, poisons and medicines, dreams and runes.

The Three Vows

The Order is based on three sacred vows:

• Silence, to hear the echo of the spirit and the whispers of forgotten books.

• Knowledge, to never cease the search, for knowledge is infinite and changeable.

• Harmony, to live in harmony with the rhythms of the earth, the moon, the seasons and the ancient gods.

Corrun's Legacy

It is said that Corrun did not die like ordinary men. On his stone bed, surrounded by his disciples, his body became light and words, transforming himself into a book that can never be read in its entirety, for its pages continue to write themselves, revealing new truths over the time.

Some claim that the monastery itself is alive, built of enchanted stones that move subtly with the lunar cycles, hiding rooms and revealing secrets only to those who are ready. Others say that Corrun wanders among the trees of the garden, like a spirit of smoke and low voice, guiding the most devout.

Influence on the World

Though remote, the Manuscritori have a subtle presence across the continent. Mages, kings, and hermits seek their blessing. Manuscripts from their hands emerge at key moments in history—an impossible peace treaty, a lost cure, a spell that seals ancient horrors.

Those who return from St. Corrun rarely speak of what they saw. But their eyes glow with a new flame—as if they have gazed into the abyss of knowledge and come away not unharmed, but transformed.

Took me a lot of time to do this one, was inpired in Seven lakes Region in Argentina.

Many hidden spots to discover

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