—✦ The Ravenor Empire ✦—

The city greeted its newcomers with a roar of voices, rumbling wheels, and the long whistles of steam locomotives.

Entevir’s Central Railway Station was the true gateway to Rewenor’s capital. Beneath its vaulted ceiling, dark stone arches met ironwork traced with gilded patterns and imperial emblems. Vast stained-glass windows depicted dragons and eight-pointed stars, while a great clock above the entrance measured the passing minutes. Enchanted lamps cast a golden glow through smoke drifting from arriving trains.

The moment a traveller stepped onto the platform, the city unfolded in all its restless variety. Porters hurried through the crowds with laden carts; vendors called to passengers from their stalls; coachmen offered rides, and uniformed attendants directed the arrivals. Among them moved nobles in splendid attire, merchants with mountains of luggage, wanderers, imperial soldiers, and ordinary townsfolk. Dozens of accents and languages mingled in the air, though the stern voices of imperial officials always rose above the rest.

Beyond the station stretched the Trade and Tourist District. Broad, paved avenues were flanked by imposing buildings of black and grey stone, their façades adorned with carvings, wrought-iron balconies, and tall lancet windows. Hotels, restaurants, theatres, shopping arcades, and little boutiques crowded the streets, displaying goods from every corner of the continent.

In the distance, sharp spires, towering turrets, and palace rooftops rose above the city, fading into haze near the mountains. Farther still, beyond the buildings, the cold coastline could just be seen.

Entevir lived and breathed, never pausing. A city of opportunity, wealth, and power. A city where every newcomer might find their place—or vanish without a trace among a million strangers and their untold stories.