02 - Iron Kingdoms W.. - Captain Spud Is Amazing
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330 <strong>Iron</strong> <strong>Kingdoms</strong><br />
108.1.141.197<br />
this stretch of shore. To this day Cygnaran watch keeps<br />
are inhabited by stalwart lookouts from Giant’s Head<br />
to Morovan. They are equipped with field glasses in<br />
order to watch the waves and sky and stand ever ready<br />
to light massive warning beacons whenever trouble<br />
comes calling.<br />
Ios<br />
Has our day passed? <strong>Is</strong> our time<br />
beyond us? Certainly the humans have<br />
proven this. Lyoss is lost. Our gods…<br />
They are gone, save one, who lies ill even<br />
now. Each year we see more Iosans born<br />
without souls. Without souls! So what<br />
are we to do? I ask you, do we permit our<br />
great people to fade into history? Do we?<br />
Or do we rattle the sword and shield,<br />
draw the bow, and make such a clamor<br />
as to be remembered for all time!<br />
—The Consul Caelcyr Nyarr, speaking before<br />
the assembly of the Consulate Court, 605 AR<br />
Men are not the only forgers of great nations<br />
by any means. Also among the empire-makers of<br />
Immoren are the elves who came from the east long<br />
ago from the Empire of Lyoss, which in their hubris<br />
they destroyed. It appears all empires must eventually<br />
fall, but the Iosans, descendants of the Lyossans,<br />
ended theirs prematurely annihilating hundreds of<br />
thousands of inhabitants in the process and sending<br />
the remaining few thousand into the west on a trek for<br />
a new homeland. Their empire was laid waste after the<br />
cataclysm that befell the Bridge of Worlds, an assembly<br />
built over hundreds of years in order to bring them<br />
and their gods closer. It ended up stranding their gods<br />
among them, closing them off from the great Veld and<br />
its energies, and in time inducing their disappearance<br />
(see callout “Fading Shadows: Ios Languishes,” pg. 44,<br />
and the IKCG pp. 50–52, 245–253 for more).<br />
With the collapse of Lyoss, the elves were<br />
devastated as a people. Great accomplishments<br />
that had taken millennia were lost; the magic and<br />
science of modern Ios is but a fraction of the glory<br />
of their former empire. Ever since settling in western<br />
Immoren, they have refused anything but the barest<br />
contact with their neighbors. Outsiders think this<br />
stems from an inherent flaw, some predilection for<br />
arrogance making them detached as a species and<br />
placing thems in a position to view the rest of the<br />
world as beneath their attention. In truth their selfimposed<br />
isolation comes from a deep source of misery.<br />
Ios is ill. Its people struggle with a terrible cancer, for it<br />
is a nation slowly dying from the inside.<br />
This sickness as a species has led them to mistrust<br />
anything unfamiliar, and it grows ever worse. In fact,<br />
prior to the 500s AR, some exiles and diplomats could<br />
be found outside of their homeland. Though always<br />
aloof and reluctant to part with their secrets, they made<br />
some effort to conduct commerce, politics, and mild<br />
relations with the other kingdoms—if but a trickle.<br />
Today the defense of their borders has become ruthless<br />
in the extreme. They no longer deign to entreat the<br />
other kingdoms whatsoever. The borders of Ios are<br />
closed; visitors are unwelcome and unwanted.<br />
The landscape of Ios is breathtaking. Its dense,<br />
unspoiled forests contain thick stretches of pines<br />
and spruces but are dominated by high, white- and<br />
gray-barked aspens. Its fields and high plateaus of<br />
thick grasses and wildflowers, such as hawkweed and<br />
cinquefoil, are roamed by herds of elk, bison, deer,<br />
boar, and smaller game as well as predators such<br />
as coyotes, lynxes, and burrow mawgs (see entry<br />
MN1). One of the most notable features of Ios is<br />
its birdlife, and lording over the various warblers,<br />
owls, and goshawks is the regal-looking Iosan eagle<br />
of the southern peaks. The extensive highlands of<br />
the plateaus include subalpine grasslands and wet<br />
meadows scattered among its rich forests while the<br />
entire south is separated from the Bloodstone Marches<br />
by the sheer Iosan Peaks. The most famous is Mount<br />
Shyleth Breen likely because it is the most noticeable<br />
Iosan landmark to outsiders.<br />
The combination of plateaus, wet meadows,<br />
countless streams, and snow-packed peaks lend to Ios<br />
one of its signature traits: Iosan mist. Much of the time<br />
wide tracts of land are wreathed in a drifting brume of<br />
pale gray that obscures sight and distorts sound. It is<br />
said the mist is sentient, that it has a life of its own and