Of Crows, Dirt and Dongs
The Prelacy of Kirrougen is a small city-state located on the far southern coast of Illantior.
The view of the markets on the flatter left bank of the She’u.
Straddling the river She’u, Kirrougen’s port is a trading hub for the river merchants and those from far off exotic lands. Every day hundreds of vessels enter the harbour, bringing with them all manner of goods, treasures, travellers, and perhaps most importantly (according to some anyway) – information. It is a wealthy place and many a sailor has failed to return home, snared by the potential for greater profit, or by an alluring stranger.
With such a fluid and cosmopolitan population it is unavoidable that the cultures woud mesh and meld together, so much so that even the most local of Kirrougeans would be hard pressed to say who the original peoples were. Some learned historians tell of a forgotten migration of the Flan settling there, while others argue that it was the Bakluni instead. Certainly there is evidence for both visible every day – the curves of the architecture and colourful silken fashions scream of Baklushi influence, while the fiercly independent attitude and large pantheon are definitely Flan.
This last aspect of Kirrougen puzzles many – how such a mercantile people, would not only believe in and honour so many gods, but also build temples and encourage younger sons and daughters to take up service as clerics (although the more cynical among us would say that the latter is to avoid having too many children underfoot). What is more suprising to first time visitors, is learning that not only is that the whole government revolves around the gods. The Prelate, ruler of Kirrougen, is at the same time the High Priest (or Priestess, as women are not restricted to the roles of wives and mothers) of the Life Trinity – Beory, Pelor, and Nerull – Earth Mother, Sun Father, and the Death who comes for us all. It is a very pragmatic belief system – birth, life, death, and while one lives, the gods should not interfere with turning a profit and prospering.
The Kirrougeans are not a warlike people, they have no standing army and no fleet (unless you count the myriad of tiny fishing boats). On one hand it isn’t deemed necessary – they do no have sprawling fields, or resource rich forests to defend, just the city and a few farms around it. Kirrougen’s richness is in its people – they are sharp traders, skilled artists, wise sages, and healers without peer. The Prelacy recognises this, and so seeks to defend its people by being the most informed and well connected government possible. Foes are invitable, but they would hesitate to strike if one is forewarned well in advance, and has powerful friends. There is a running joke that all Kirrougen exports is clerics and diplomats.
Kirrougen does have a fleet… of fishing vessels.
Sometimes it seems that the Prelate’s court is composed largely of foreign dignitaries and ambassdors, there to either fulfil their duty or further their own ambitions. However, beneath the mouthed pleasantries and religious benedictions is a veritable quagmire of secrets, deals and double deals, promises and betrayals. Rumour has it that the Prelate employs a skilled Spy Master more to keep an eye on his own court than his enemies. But of course this is not true – the Master sends his agents to where they are most needed, from the Underdark to the Dwarven mountain strongholds.