Worldview

The crown set into the peak of the high tower at the capital's center, the dynasty's emblem. Yet a rumor circulates in the capital, unfit for polite company: those who wear it never seem to live long. It is heavy.

An ancient riftwall at the dynasty's northernmost edge. Within it are exiles, the border army, the bones of ancient battlefields, and Bloodcurse run wild—the place where the dynasty sweeps the things it doesn't want into a corner.

The dynasty's capital. Every roof is uniformly laid with grey tile, bearing no house's color—in a capital of open and hidden strife, 'neutrality' is itself a heavy rule.

An ancient dynasty that reckons its years by the 'Crimson-Ring Calendar.' Here, magic is not learned, but something monopolized, inherited, married into, and cursed by the Seven Great Houses.