Anise
"We rise with the tide, we rest with the stars."
Population: ~150,000
Geography: Northeastern coast, Blackvale Gulf & Threnval Lake
Notable Cities:
Miradei (Capital) – Wind-worn docks, salt-hung streets, heart of coastal governance
Wavemire Hold – Tidal stronghold, shipwright haven, community of deep-sea families
Nerali’s Hook – Cliff-slung village, rich in superstition and storm-harvests
Tarnwell – Inland breadbasket, known for its wind-beaten fields and storm-hardened harvests
Keshmor – Logging and lakefishing post, seated on the north shore of Threnval Lake
They Endure
Anise holds no empire, no title, no divine favor in the skies. But it **endures**. It mends what breaks. It buries its dead with salt and silence. And when the storm comes—as it always does—**it tightens its sails and rides it through.**
Military & Defense
Anise maintains a small, sea-born defense force designed purely for:
Coastal patrol
Pirate deterrence
Storm aftermath rescue
There are no standing legions, no orders of knights, no ambition for conquest. Their might is in their boats, their bravery, and the weather-worn coordination of crews who know each other’s breath before their voices.
Social Structure
There are no crowns in Anise.
Trust is earned by callus and current.
Authority rests with Captains, Trade Wardens, and Harbor Elders—those who’ve weathered the black-gale winds and lived to pull another net.
Children are raised by the fleet, not the home, especially during storms.
They learn to:
Mend sails and nets by age eight
Read sky-fall and current
“The sea whispers. You listen—or you drown.”
Tone & Distinction
Anise is not a kingdom of grandeur. It is a culture of endurance.
Its people carry the weight of storms in their shoulders and speak with the stillness of salt. They don’t fight for banners. They fight to come home. And they never forget those who don’t.
“The sea doesn’t bow. It waits. And so do we.”
Fishing on the Blackvale Gulf
