Avonlaer
Language of older tribes coming to Avonlae
From a letter from Imperial Chamberlain Caliedhe Dosiere
You know, of course, that I am an Avonlaer. I and my countrymen are the descendants of the ancient Andu, the first of the six tribes to set foot in Cerilia. We hold the lands from the southern Straits of Aerele to the Silverhead Mountains in the north, and from the waters of the Miere Rhuann in the west to the mighty Iron Peaks to our east. Once, the Avonlaer Empire spanned the entire continent.
Following the lead of Emperor Roele-, our ancestors dominated the other cultures of the land, and it seemed certain that Avonlae would bring the disparate bloodlines together and unite the land forever. However, the death of Michael Roele changed all that, and the Avonlaer as a whole are now no more and no less powerful than the other peoples of Cerilia.
Still, our lands are broad and strong, our cities are rich in trade and learning, and our armies are the finest in the world. Avonlae enjoys temperate weather, the fields yield bountiful harvests, and the City of Avonlae (where even now I am penning this manuscript) is still the center of light and civilization in this darkening world. It's no wonder that my people were able to maintain peace in Cerilia for centuries.
Most of our rulers are titled nobles. In the days of the Empire's dominance, the nobles were a class of warriors, responsible for fielding armies of knights and foot-soldiers at the Emperor's command. In those days, Avonlae was a feudal and warlike state, and with Azimir as our patron, we nearly ruled the world. Today, many of Avonlae's divided lands are still ruled by the descendants of those noble warriors, although the collapse of the old order also brought about the end of feudalism, the freedom of peasants to choose their own homes, and the rise of free farmers and guildsmen.
While Avonlae enjoys the strongest armies, highest culture, and richest lands of Cerilia, it is a tragic truth that we are a divided people. Could we only set aside our differences and rebuild the Empire, we would again bring peace, culture, and prosperity to all Cerilia. But instead, every regent aspires to be the next Roele. Our strength and honor is wasted feuding amongst ourselves; small kings and short-sighted nobles spend their time in petty squabbles.
From a letter from Imperial Chamberlain Caliedhe Dosiere
You know, of course, that I am an Avonlaer. I and my countrymen are the descendants of the ancient Andu, the first of the six tribes to set foot in Cerilia. We hold the lands from the southern Straits of Aerele to the Silverhead Mountains in the north, and from the waters of the Miere Rhuann in the west to the mighty Iron Peaks to our east. Once, the Avonlaer Empire spanned the entire continent.
Following the lead of Emperor Roele-, our ancestors dominated the other cultures of the land, and it seemed certain that Avonlae would bring the disparate bloodlines together and unite the land forever. However, the death of Michael Roele changed all that, and the Avonlaer as a whole are now no more and no less powerful than the other peoples of Cerilia.
Still, our lands are broad and strong, our cities are rich in trade and learning, and our armies are the finest in the world. Avonlae enjoys temperate weather, the fields yield bountiful harvests, and the City of Avonlae (where even now I am penning this manuscript) is still the center of light and civilization in this darkening world. It's no wonder that my people were able to maintain peace in Cerilia for centuries.
Most of our rulers are titled nobles. In the days of the Empire's dominance, the nobles were a class of warriors, responsible for fielding armies of knights and foot-soldiers at the Emperor's command. In those days, Avonlae was a feudal and warlike state, and with Azimir as our patron, we nearly ruled the world. Today, many of Avonlae's divided lands are still ruled by the descendants of those noble warriors, although the collapse of the old order also brought about the end of feudalism, the freedom of peasants to choose their own homes, and the rise of free farmers and guildsmen.
While Avonlae enjoys the strongest armies, highest culture, and richest lands of Cerilia, it is a tragic truth that we are a divided people. Could we only set aside our differences and rebuild the Empire, we would again bring peace, culture, and prosperity to all Cerilia. But instead, every regent aspires to be the next Roele. Our strength and honor is wasted feuding amongst ourselves; small kings and short-sighted nobles spend their time in petty squabbles.
