Drought's End

Drought's End is a town in the server, near Terviin. There are no requirements for joining the area, but the town is protected from those without permission from building in the area. It is placed in a sand biome so as a result, rain never occurs, leading to the towns motto 'All that rains here is gold!'. The town is also known for its focus on trade and its brothel. The town is currently governed by the Craftsman Menithrian, and has been built majorly by him, as well as some other 'workers' he had hired. Due to its focus on trade, Drought's End works on a plot basis, and therefore has a sophisticated infastructure. The town is also heralded for its focuses on peace and diplomacy, although their ties with the necromancers has caused some minor dispute amongst its allies, as well as those neutral. The land is also infamous for being home to many notorious assassains, which have branched off elsewhere.

Lore
The Golden Soils

'Many centuries ago, the lands of Drought's End were savage jungle which ripped through the edges of its vast bays and settled lagoons. Early settlers of Kaldenvold noticed this land for its fertility, so much so that it was said that 'the grounds easily swallowed your legs in damp as you tred through the undergrowth.' Oddly, the prospect of ideal cattle grounds welcomed them to lumber the until when day and night became a smudge in the sky and the towering trees which scrapped the skin of the horizon dwindled into nothingless. Flat plains allowed for settlers to flock in like the cattle held within the muck, entrenched by the soils of life it had bore. The moisture shifted and wriggled within the motley of earth, and then grew the first stalks of grass. Cows gravitated to the site and soon after, the land became a prosperous cattle-bearing hub, with meat famed to be legendary across the realm. Rich men became beggars as they wrestled amongst each other for a measly plot of land they could grow foods on. A well-read farmer, Andalus docummented that the grounds were so fertile that 'one has no need to plough'. Even distant lords, such as Americe, declared the whole operation as 'growing gold'. The roots of success had ensnared and mesmorised all those who dwelled in the region: farmers, tailors and lords. What was known then as Ashervale, was a sign of Mother Nature's limited sympathy to the greed of man, yet to the inhabitants, it seemed mistakenly infinite.'

Extract from Mjonir Starcas (Volume VI: The land of greed)

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