Chickenopolis
The jewel of the Feathered Realm, Chickenopolis is the largest city, its streets lined with marble-like straw halls and stone roosts. Here, the Council of Feathers rules, their disciplined hoplite phalanxes and organized legionaries forming the backbone of defense. The city thrives on order, law, and a proud tradition of service. Its citizens believe themselves the inheritors of the realm’s destiny.
Cluckspire
Black-and-white crests gleam from stark hilltop towers; solemn vows and watchful sentries keep the western passes secure.
Perched high in the western hills, Cluckspire is a fortress of stern faith and discipline. From their stone towers, they watch over the passes leading to Lake Eggshell. Outsiders see them as grim, but in battle their unity is unbreakable.
Fetherfall
River-keeps and timber bridges rise quickly where banners fall; raiders who build as they conquer, curved shields flashing by the water.
Built on the riverbanks to the north, Featherfall commands waterways with wooden keeps and stone bridges. Ambitious roosters blend farming with conquest, able to throw up outposts overnight.
Dark Father
Clans marked by ancient symbols slip between trees; feral cunning and earth-bound rites bind plume to shadow.
Scattered clans make the forest their home. Distrustful of outsiders, they move like shadows among the trunks. When the realm was threatened, some joined the fight—on their own terms.
Lake Eggshell
Boats skim a sacred mirror; merchants bargain on reed-woven docks where every road of water meets.
The great lake sustains all. Villages trade along its shores, and many claim the "Egg of the World" lies at its depths. Whoever steers the lake's routes steers the realm's lifeblood.
Scratch Hollow
Boats skim a sacred mirror; merchants bargain on reed-woven docks where every road of water meets.
The great lake sustains all. Villages trade along its shores, and many claim the "Egg of the World" lies at its depths. Whoever steers the lake's routes steers the realm's lifeblood.
RoostWatch
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Roostwatch stands atop the hill closest to the capital, a rugged bastion of proud, independent chickens. Suspicious of distant authority, they fight for survival and honor, meeting invasions head-on.
