Post by Marq Luq d'Jean on Feb 10, 2023 15:41:56 GMT
The Most Holy Kingdom of Eriburn lies in the southern foothills of the central mountain range that forms the spine of the peninsula. After the fall of the previous Empire, the nobles of Eriburn came together in the great castle of Jeanhomme, situated in the East of the realm, and prayed over the course they should follow. Always following closely to the teachings of the Holy Church and the Pope, it was decided that the Most Holy Kingdom of Eriburn would not be led by a King, as there was but one King of Man who died for our sins on the Cross, and instead would be ruled by a Crown Prince, who shall serve as the Steward of the Prince of Peace until such a time as he returns to walk the cleansed soil of the land and retake his throne.
Rising like a sentinel in the Western Woods is the main fastness of the Crown Prince, Jeanhomme, so named for how it would serve as the seat from which the fallen men of the lands would be led to the righteous path (like John the Presbyter), how it would serve as the place from which the message of the returning of the true King of Man (like John the Apostle) would issue forth from the mouth of the Pope and be reinforced with strong, Eriburnian iron.
But the true Crown Jewel of the Kingdom is its capital city, Euphanthion. A city who's glory, grandeur and splendor echoes the very name that was bestowed upon it in days past. A place where it's not uncommon to see people from all corners of the peninsula, if not the world, flocking to places of religious significance, their patronage only serving to help improve the glory and splendor of the city.
To it's east, rising in the foothills above the forests lies Euphanthion's younger sister, Bonnhomie. So named because of its ties to the lustrous silver mines of the Kingdom, the city is smaller its true, but has a sense of nouveau riche to it that could one day lead it to rival its older sister in her beauty and renown.
Rising like a sentinel in the Western Woods is the main fastness of the Crown Prince, Jeanhomme, so named for how it would serve as the seat from which the fallen men of the lands would be led to the righteous path (like John the Presbyter), how it would serve as the place from which the message of the returning of the true King of Man (like John the Apostle) would issue forth from the mouth of the Pope and be reinforced with strong, Eriburnian iron.
But the true Crown Jewel of the Kingdom is its capital city, Euphanthion. A city who's glory, grandeur and splendor echoes the very name that was bestowed upon it in days past. A place where it's not uncommon to see people from all corners of the peninsula, if not the world, flocking to places of religious significance, their patronage only serving to help improve the glory and splendor of the city.
To it's east, rising in the foothills above the forests lies Euphanthion's younger sister, Bonnhomie. So named because of its ties to the lustrous silver mines of the Kingdom, the city is smaller its true, but has a sense of nouveau riche to it that could one day lead it to rival its older sister in her beauty and renown.
