The grand city of Partora sits nestled in the foothills north of the mountains of Ubent. Her walls are home to many proud people who make their living via manufacturing and trade. Sitting on one end of a trade route between Partora and Domus, the markets usually buzz with activity as daily shipments of goods pass through the gates of the city. Recalling a history with many realms, the people of Partora are diverse and hard working, and take great pride in their home.
The inhabitants of Partora boast their descent from the divine above, claiming to be the descendants of the gods during an era when miracles were commonplace. The love of this land of chivalry, swords and knights is a love shared by the men and women of Partora and they can turn this love into a terrifying fury when their city is threatened. With silvery blue armor and steel blades, the citizens of Partora take pride in their utter conviction towards the ideals of honor and laughingly remark that they have taken Pride, the greatest of sins, and made it a virtue.
They are proud of their heritage, so proud they dare not spoil it.
They are too proud to tell a lie.
Too proud to betray their word.
And too proud to turn away from a righteous cause.
A man or woman from Partora without pride or that tarnishes their pride is unfit for this silver city.
September 16, 2016 by Talon
Before you is the illustrious figure of his Imperial Majesty, Stanmore Stromhar, King of Perleone and Emperor of the Perleoni Empire, resplendent in victory upon the field of the Battle of the Blood-Red Storm over the invaders from the North. At his feet lies the battered and wounded form of Xerarch Selenia JeVondair, humiliated in her defeat by a foe inferior in number yet superior in spirit.
All Hail the Lion of the South, Long May He Reign!
erected by Duke Franz Fitz Roberts from The Noble Constitutional Monarchy of Perleone
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