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Category Archives: Zhuru
ZHURU [Original Soundtrack]
Zheros — The City of Whores
Zheros sits low and glistening beside the Craterian Sea, a stretch of harbor whose air tastes of salt, wine, and sweat. It is not ashamed of itself. It is proud. It was never built for virtue or restraint; its founding charter was written in lust and sealed with coin. The place exists because sailors need …
Zarnack
From the outside, Zarnack looks plain: sandstone walls, unimpressive towers. But step within, and it becomes feverish—a labyrinth of silks, incense, spice, and smoke. Palaces sag with cushions, harems writhe in chains, equine dancers sway their hips in opium haze. Every appetite is for sale: sexual, violent, chemical, or spiritual. The true body of Zarnack …
The Teachings of Krothuum
Krothuum was a scar of stone and dust on the southern grasslands of Zhuru. Its walls were low, cracked things, more a mark of pride than a bulwark, and the gates gaped like broken teeth. Smoke clung above the city, not the holy incense of temples but the choking reek of coal-pits and forges, of …
“The Whole WILD World”
Elder Ruselon – The Pentapolis of Civilization
What is called Elder Ruselon in the modern tongue was not always one city. In ages long past, five separate settlements rose upon the terraces and valleys of the Konara mountains, each claiming its own plateau or basin, each thriving in its own trade or sanctity. Time, commerce, conquest, and cataclysm wore away their walls …
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Bantos
In almost complete contrast to the hyena wastes of the Zhurian East stand the Realms of the Doglands — a loose constellation of citadels and town-states nestled between the ridges of Izhura and the guarded frontiers of the Lions’ territorial dominions. Where the hyena tribes thrive on terror, filth, and frenzy, the folk of the …
Krothuum
If Gorzanth is the iron fist and Zarnack the poisoned tongue, then Krothuum is the whetstone—hard, cracked, and merciless. A forge-town in the southern savannah, its cracked walls are less defense than defiance. Smoke curls above it not from incense or sacred flame, but from coal-pits and bellows. The gutters run with slag, the air …
Gunrang – A City In Retreat
Little more than a diminishing coastal city state, Perched on the far northeastern edge of Zhuru’s mangrove-blighted coast, Gunrang clings to life like a half-submerged lily pad at the edge of a slow, diseased current. Once a hopeful trading outpost straddling the fertile waterways between Izhura’s eastern forests and the outer swampfront of Varduun, the …