Part of the central heartlands of Rasenna, Palaterra is an expanse of rolling fields and woods, dotted by elaborately wrought townships. It enjoys the benefits of fertile land on the east banks of the Saan River, and of relaxed relationships with its neighbors. Palaterra is one of the more prosperous Rasennan principalities, though it adopts a political image of humility and contentment with its success.

Religion is strong in Palaterra. The Respectful Faith is particularly strong within the towns and cities, and the Humble Faith is likewise strong outside the walls. It’s said that one is more likely to find a genuinely virtuous soul in Palaterra, but that one must sort through a greater number of falsely pious reprobates to make that discovery. Even a largely secular Palaterran has reason to be proud of the beautiful cathedrals, temples and religious monuments that have been commissioned over the centuries. Most Palaterrans are quite fond of the peace that has settled over the province, and idle mercenaries who cause trouble are dealt with severely by local law.

Palaterra’s towns are walled affairs, legacies of old wars and older ruins. The townships themselves are peaceful almost to a point, which is to say that the inevitable intrigues and criminal enterprises are particularly subtle. The area between the towns is generally placid, but dotted in places with woods and still-tumbled ruins that tradition dictates are better left alone. Most notable of these is the Coiling Forest, a tangled wood that surrounds the abandoned citadel of Noonglass (from the elven Nunienclaas). One part fortress and one part observatory, Noonglass was home to a small coalition of elven astromancers in the time of the late Dysian empire and after its fall. Locals believe the elves were stricken by ill fate they called down from the stars; House Iluni is highly interested in claiming the Coiling Forest and Noonglass, but the Prince has forbidden any meddling that might bring a similar fate down on the principality.

Prince Vessolo holds his seat in Palsera, a city adorned with an elaborate spiral of beautiful temples. The Prince is a somewhat conservative, muted personality who projects a public image of sober asceticism, all while spending remarkable amounts of coin on mystery plays, festivals and other shows of spiritual grandeur. Most are uncertain whether he is genuinely an ascetic personality who arranges lavish displays for the sake of goodwill, or if he is attempting to disguise genuine hedonism under a fa├žade of piety.


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