We next move from the Mandrean Empire to the object of its desire:
Romadon. It stretches from the east/west segment of the Endless Mountains
in the north to the edge of the wastelands to the Deep South. The eastern
border starts with the Silver River dividing it from the Mandreans on down
through the Great Western Forest of the Unclaimed Territory. The western
border is barren rock on which no vegetation can grow. Romadon is more
ethnically diverse than any country except for Sartan. Unlike Linvin’s
home, however, the different races live together instead of separating into
distinct counties. There are some elves and the highest concentration of
gnomes outside their homeland. Many dwarves call Romadon home. They
are the life blood of the booming manufacturing centers in the country.
The vast majority of the populous is still human. Being such a long
country, Romadon is blessed with different climates. In the north it is
cooler and perfect for grain farming. The center of the country holds the
capital and is a perfect environment for hard fruit trees. The south is
hot and dry but still sustains orchards of citrus fruit. Throughout the
country are generous deposits of coal and vital minerals. Knowing the
Mandrean ambitions toward their nation they have developed a solid defensive
strategy. From the Silver River it would take weeks for an army to cross
the Gap of Romadon where the long corridor of fertile plains lies. Guard
towers are set along the border and in a grid back along the plain to light
beacons if an attack has begun. Then the invaders are allowed to penetrate
deep into the gap until their supply lines become stretched. At that point
the armies of Romadon strike from the front and from secret tunnels under the
soil in order to attack from behind. The results have been devastating to
the Mandreans who have lost army after army with few survivors to explain what
happened. Though Romadon does not possess an army as big as the Mandreans,
they are still numerous and well trained. They rely heavily on cavalry due
to the extreme length of their nation. Their segment of the Endless
Mountains provides a wonderful natural barrier against the Goblin Nations to the
north. There are only three passes through the mountains. Romadon
has walled them off and built what are said to be impregnable fortresses to
reinforce them. All of this planning and prosperity started over a hundred
years ago. A young man came to be king of what was a loosely knit
subsistence society. He set about reforming the nation and solving her
problems. It is said that he never aged and continued his work at a
frantic pace until Romadon was a world class power. Then he married and
his queen died during the birth of their only child; Princess Mirianna.
From then on, the king was a broken man and a shadow of his former
greatness. He also began to age. No one knows the circumstances, but
the people of Romadon hold him in great esteem and do not wish to see an end to
his reign. Desert nomads raid southern towns with increasingly brazen
attacks and many soldiers are stationed in the south. The trade route
through the wasteland is still the safest of all possibilities even with the
constant threat of robbers. They send caravans to and through Sartan and
into the nations of the east. Romadon is proud but alone.
Fortunately for them, the nation is in good hands.
Romadon. It stretches from the east/west segment of the Endless Mountains
in the north to the edge of the wastelands to the Deep South. The eastern
border starts with the Silver River dividing it from the Mandreans on down
through the Great Western Forest of the Unclaimed Territory. The western
border is barren rock on which no vegetation can grow. Romadon is more
ethnically diverse than any country except for Sartan. Unlike Linvin’s
home, however, the different races live together instead of separating into
distinct counties. There are some elves and the highest concentration of
gnomes outside their homeland. Many dwarves call Romadon home. They
are the life blood of the booming manufacturing centers in the country.
The vast majority of the populous is still human. Being such a long
country, Romadon is blessed with different climates. In the north it is
cooler and perfect for grain farming. The center of the country holds the
capital and is a perfect environment for hard fruit trees. The south is
hot and dry but still sustains orchards of citrus fruit. Throughout the
country are generous deposits of coal and vital minerals. Knowing the
Mandrean ambitions toward their nation they have developed a solid defensive
strategy. From the Silver River it would take weeks for an army to cross
the Gap of Romadon where the long corridor of fertile plains lies. Guard
towers are set along the border and in a grid back along the plain to light
beacons if an attack has begun. Then the invaders are allowed to penetrate
deep into the gap until their supply lines become stretched. At that point
the armies of Romadon strike from the front and from secret tunnels under the
soil in order to attack from behind. The results have been devastating to
the Mandreans who have lost army after army with few survivors to explain what
happened. Though Romadon does not possess an army as big as the Mandreans,
they are still numerous and well trained. They rely heavily on cavalry due
to the extreme length of their nation. Their segment of the Endless
Mountains provides a wonderful natural barrier against the Goblin Nations to the
north. There are only three passes through the mountains. Romadon
has walled them off and built what are said to be impregnable fortresses to
reinforce them. All of this planning and prosperity started over a hundred
years ago. A young man came to be king of what was a loosely knit
subsistence society. He set about reforming the nation and solving her
problems. It is said that he never aged and continued his work at a
frantic pace until Romadon was a world class power. Then he married and
his queen died during the birth of their only child; Princess Mirianna.
From then on, the king was a broken man and a shadow of his former
greatness. He also began to age. No one knows the circumstances, but
the people of Romadon hold him in great esteem and do not wish to see an end to
his reign. Desert nomads raid southern towns with increasingly brazen
attacks and many soldiers are stationed in the south. The trade route
through the wasteland is still the safest of all possibilities even with the
constant threat of robbers. They send caravans to and through Sartan and
into the nations of the east. Romadon is proud but alone.
Fortunately for them, the nation is in good hands.
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