Knowing Radasanth

Who doesn’t know Radasanth? It endures as a storied city, as famous for the flow of the Niema River as it is for its flow of heroes and villains. In fact, the city was named in honour of a hero: Radasanth the Starlight to elves, Radasanth the Braveheart to dwarves and Radasanth the Savior to humans.

As the centre of Coronian commerce, the masters of Radasanth gripped it like a precious jewel. As such, walls and ramparts were erected to, ostensibly, protect the kindly citizens within. In truth, though, the asset to be protected was the wealth of the throne-sitters. Whether they be “elected” or born.

And what are some of the city’s assets?

Assembly Hall

Well, speaking of its masters—their Assembly Hall stands first among the city’s grand structures! And, as institute’s went, it followed all the rules. When the architect put pen to blue paper, he was learned enough to harness the power of oppressive design. With bricks, blocks, columns, arches and angles, the master builders of Corone erected a foreboding seat of power; through sharp shadow lines and heady heights, the threat of a rich man’s law radiated outwards and across every alley, street, nook, and cranny of the city. The citizenry felt anxious whenever they walked by the damn thing, even if they didn’t know why.

The greasiest handshakes were shook in there. The kind of clandestine deals that turn fat cats obese at great cost to the food on your table and the roof over your head. Thing is though, do they feel bad? No, of course not. They burden you with guilt, because every not in the know citizen feels guilty of something.

Ignorance of the (elaborate and bloated) law is not an excuse!
Pft!

What a crock of shit.

The Citadel

Let’s not beat around the bush, Radasanth’s Citadel is a pretty big deal. If the city itself is famous for heroes and villains, then the Citadel is famous for being where those heroes and villains fought, died, and were brought back to life.

That’s right.

Brought back to life!

But, forget that for a minute.

Like the Assembly Hall, the Citadel was built to convey a feeling: glory. Where the Assembly Hall wants you to cower under its weight, the Citadel wants to lift you up and soak you in the immortal triumphs of its champions. So, the spires are built to puncture the heavens, and the arches are built for giants to walk under, and the columns look like they could withstand the weight of the world. Champions—bronze, handsome, and magnificent—are idolised in famous statues.

The Citadel towers up and over Radasanth, positioned at the centre of the city for ease of access. Radasanthian citizens walk from all over the city, down the streets and along the alleys, into to the theatre of bloodshed. There, they watch the world’s elite throw down in the most amazing ways.

So, yes, the fighters are amazing. But the real power is in the hands of the Citadel’s humble monks. The Ai’bron, an order of (effectively) all powerful holy magic users, are responsible for the structure itself, the conjuring of any dreamscape imaginable and the healing of any damage done to a combatant.

Wow.

Walls & Ramparts

Tall and stone-built, the old city walls were a stout and daunting defence the city had depended on for generations. It was true, the moss crept and the footing sank here and there—but, nevertheless, they were the best damn walls in all the known world.

People said those walls would last forever. Although, if you’ve met people, you’ll know they can be an unimaginative bunch, can’t they? Well, they didn’t imagine what Storm Veritas and his buddy Shinsou Vaan Osiris could pull off. The Siege of Radasanth and its associated celestial assault sure did a number on the whole city. But, the ramparts especially took a real beating.

Since the siege, though, work on rebuilding them has been resolute, but troubled.

The Gilded Lily

Perception’s a hell of a weapon to them puppet string pullers. The people in the Assembly Hall know that better than anyone, their not so subtle psychological jiggery pokery is some impressive politicking alright. They’re filthy, but not everybody seems to know that.

If you were to grab the average Radasanthian ignoramus by the arm and ask them, “Hey, what’s the filthiest thing about this city?”

Well, their first answer would probably be the rats. A close second would be the brothels. And you can’t talk about brothels without tipping your headgear to the goat-legged queen of them all, Philomel van der Aart. She presides over jiggery pokery too, but hers a lot more honest. Plus, Phi and her associates are cleaner and better smelling than the sweaty fuckers writing laws in the Assembly.

So, her crown jewel, the Gilded Lily, takes its rightful spot among the most important places in Radasanth.

If you’re bold and have the gold, you can walk her corridors and visit her rooms. But, buyer beware, unlike the Assembly, Philomel does her own fighting and so does anybody on her team.