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Dalannas is a port set up by the Coventry in an attempt to monitor the increase in piracy, as well as to add competition to Gallysica. A wealthy port, it too, has it's own dangers.

Between the triangle of power that has risen up in Tirosa, is nothing but giant rolling hills. Though it is green for most of the year, the sheer enormity of the terrain is great for thieves and bandits.

Despite the name, it is actually a road. Used by merchants and travelers it is highly active, following it's winding way through the hills and connecting what's left of our civilization.

It is but a small village in the middle of the Clear Marshes. Closest town to the werewolf territory, it is usually overrun with Coventry officials, but once it had been a quaint little place for living. Now though, a disturbing rumor has splashed it's way toward the magistrate: the Coventry is bringing back the slave trade. It's what Indanda is beginning to be known for -- the sell of flesh, and not all of it is prostitution.

Much to the surprise of any of the Magistrate, the Coventry has a fine delicate taste for some of the more luxurious drinks. Even more surprising is the indominable will of the vines that are planted in the Clear marsh that ripen to drop wondrous fruits, making some of the best Riesling and Chardonnay. Too refined for werewolf standards, the Clear Marsh Vinyards keep themselves afloat on the greed of the Coventry.

Directly in the wood is a place of refuge for anyone who has successfully infiltrated the land. It is a large trenched fortress, built with fresh stones and deep motes. At the bottom of the wine cellar is a secret tunnel.

Old, dank, and on the verge of collapsing, it is the secret tunnel that stretches from Moorlyn all the way to the Lithanya fortress and then continues on toward the source of the Ley line itself: Gallysica.

A fortress positioned on the fringes of the overwhelming forest, the giant stone battlement is positioned in a valley,between two towering cliffs; there is only one way through to Gallysica, and it's a rough fight.

More like a fortress than a city, it's on the border of Agacya and Thana making it a perfect location for retreat if necessary. Some of the best healers are stationed here; because the war is so close to 'home' Eresia is known for it's patriotism for the Magistrate cause.

At the tri-province point of Manchyraia and Virunya, it serves as both lookout and protector. Anyone from the Magistrate finds immediate hospitality; The Coventry only finds itself served a blade or a bullet.

Positioned near the border of Agacya and most especially Indysis, Xanyni is a trader's town, built on the efforts of countless merchants bulling their way their way through life. In an effort to show their support (and maybe to keep the suspicion off of them when they skim cash off the top of their profits) they sell only to the Magistrate and it's Fighters, supporting through goods such as food, weaponry, and cloth the very fortress which protects them from potential invasion from enemy witches.

Though it is a port, it is positioned in the very north of the Greater Isle, and is, to be quite frank, very small in comparison to the other ports. Used mostly to protect their treasury and to keep their granaries from being emptied by the enemy, it is purposefully positioned far from any of the fighting.

Though it is by far the largest city, it is the most independent. By some mysterious means, a man by the name Oli Crivina has taken control of the city through both the underground black market and even the merchant guilds. Rumored to be a burn-out witch, he has the City hanging on his every word, separating them from the Magistrate; the Coventry has sent in some of their agents, trying to slyly ingratiate themselves with the Witch, in hopes of creating dissension within their enemies' ranks

A mere traveler's road that connects the port to Itaia and the merchant city. At the center of it all, all roads lead to Arcas.

A port with a statue of a Witch in the center square, burning on a stake, it is both a fearsome and offensive place for anyone not a werewolf. Not known for their delicate tastes, the werewolves here make sure that only those who want to fight, linger for long. It is a ferry-system, taking Mercs over to the Greater Isle for war.

Otherwise, the only merchant ships that come hold beer and brandy. Impervious to the cold, there are precious few goods that impress a were that lives in the windy, craggy isle.

One of the remaining castles left in existence, Edge Castle resides on the very edges of the isle, pitted against the crumbling cliffs on the north end.

It had once been a town; now all the houses and stores are rundown and broken. You'll find a few permanent residents making due with broken roofs, pawing through the trash, but for the most part the place is as barren as the name.

Since the overwhelming number of Werewolves claimed the Lesser isles as their domain, all the cities have fallen to ruin. Lochtown is truly the only town in existence in the entire Island, and even that is a stretch. The older, tamer werewolves tend to migrate to this area, cohabiting, if roughly. The need to dominate is very strong in werewolves, therefore close living can sometimes get chaffing. Most of the males go off to become Mercs because of the growing lack of comfortable space.

It is a narrow stretch of land where those who cannot afford to live in the city make due. It is a string of hovels and cape houses ranging from size, usually run down and poor looking.

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