Raggavante

(rag-gah-VAHN-tay)

Raggavante is a wet principality, water held there by a series of barrier islands that mark this portion of the Rasennan coast. Coastal marshes blend into outright swamps, with a small barrier archipelago spreading out into the Saanwater. Raggavante is a poor principality as mineral resources go — its most valuable export being a variety of spices — but it’s remarkably defensible. Few armies are able to cross its wetlands with impunity, and its barrier islands are a fine first line of defense against enemy fleets.

The principality enjoys a dubious reputation as a home of scoundrels, thieves and outlaws. Over the years, many notorious criminals fled into the Raggavante swamps to elude pursuers. Several even rose to the rank of prince — there’s more than one romanticized tale of a folk hero thief who decided to use his gains to rule wisely (and, of course, leniently). Raggavante is suspected to be home to innumerable smuggling operations, set up to dodge stiff tariffs or to circumvent a Great House’s monopoly on trade. The popular stereotype is that the Raggavanti are lawless skullduggers, albeit ones with a provincial sense of humor.

Enough of these rumors are true to prove Raggavante’s reputation for danger. Several criminal gangs, families brotherhoods, guilds and would-be syndicates vie to outdo one another and bring independent operators under their sway. Several towns are apparently run openly by local vicelords or strong-arm bullies, with varying levels of “ignoblesse oblige”. Supernatural danger is also known as well: strange old ruins can be found in the wetlands, Dysian or otherwise, said to be occupied by things older than Rasenna.

The heart of Raggavante is Redoris, called alternately the City of Freedoms and the City of Sins. This ramshackle city sits amid the coastal marshes, many of its buildings on stilts to avoid the occasional flood. The prince’s court is based here in a grandiose and peculiar stone palace that, some say, was originally crafted by inhuman hands. Prince Olidian, called “the Lucky,” claims to have made his fortune with a fortunate discovery of wealth in one of the many swamp-flooded ruins, either left there by long-dead ancients or by successful thieves. His fellow princes tend to suspect that Olidian is more of a prince of thieves himself, but what can one do? It seems to be the Raggavante tradition.

Raggavante

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