Tionbas

While many cities have risen and fallen as the survivors of the apocalypse have struggled to survive in their devastated world few cities have survived as Tionbas has. Tucked away in a valley among the great Warden Mountains, the relatively secluded nature of the city made it an ideal place for free thinkers to escape to as tensions rose between the three great religions. When the war began Tionbas closed its gates to any religion by decree of city Overlord Byron. While still willing to trade with the religious and even allow worshipers into the city in small groups, it was made perfectly clear to all that Tionbas was a neutral place of trade and peace. This angered the Olympians and the Pharaohs, whose territorial claims overlapped for miles around Tionbas. Both groups felt they had a claim, but the city was protected not only by Overlord Byron and his militia, but even more so by it’s geography. The valley Tionbas lies in is accessible by foot or beast by only a three known pathways, one of which is far more treacherous to pass through than the others due to the large birds who roost nearby and are quite defensive of their own territory. The other two passes offered no clear advantage for the Pharohs and the Olympians. Moreover, while using either pass it would not be difficult for an opposing force to cut off an army from retreat or reinforcement. Strategists on both sides knew that an attack on Tionbas was risky at best since anything other than a complete, and swift victory could lead to huge, one sided casualties and a weakened city in an easily defensible and tactically significant area that the other side may be able to swiftly claim. In this way, Tionbas survived nearly the entire war without suffering any lasting damage, watching and trading as the Pharaohs and Olympians kept a wary eye on each other, both willing to strike second, but neither first.

Nevertheless, when the Final Day came even Tionbas was helpless to shield itself from all damage. One of the blasts from the world scar ripped south and into the Warden Mountain chain. From whence it progressed plowing its way through mountains leaving little in its wake other than destruction. Tionbas was fortunate that this particular surge did not engulf the entire city, but instead just the north eastern quadrant. Still a burned husk to this day, which mostly exists as a slum, some efforts have been made to rebuild this shattered part of the city though none have been successful. Fearing this destruction was the work of the Pharaohs or the Olympians Overlord Byron ordered the standing walls connected as expediently as possible in order to mount a defense against any coming invaders. The attack never came, but the Overlord’s order effectively walled off the old quadrant from the rest of the city. Now the Courtyard, as it is sometimes morbidly referred to, acts as a kind of shanty town outside Tionbas. The city itself is difficult to enter without the correct connections, but the shanty town is open to all who come for trade or shelter.

Just like the city though the shanty town has an overseer. A sort of contemporary to Overlord Byron who is more or less in charge of the daily organized chaos of the Courtyard. While this position has changed hands several times, some change overs more amicable than others, currently an orc named Gozra is believed to be in charge, or at least that is the common belief. Few other than his lieutenants, a gnome named Beelz and a human named Fen, dare to speak to him directly. Most simply pay tribute as necessary and avoid provoking Gozra. This fear is well deserved though, as the last person to anger Gozra was found sprinkled about the outskirts of the Courtyard, with little to identify him other than the witnesses who watched Gozra savagely beat him and then tear him apart with his bare hands, leaving small pieces every few feet as he patrolled the edges of his territory. Of course not all figures in the Courtyard are so intimidating. There an almost endless supply of friendly if not well intentioned shop keepers selling everything from food to magic to snake oil. Additionally, there is the city gnome Huxley who visits the courtyard every few weeks with a small honor guard. He goes about interviewing the new refugees, helping where he can and then teaches short lessons in history, and math to those who wish to listen. Huxley has also dispersed a small pamphlet that most who have been in the Tionbas valley for more than a few days have seen, titled the The First History of the New World.

Tionbas

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