Xanawang is the largest territory located in the north of Relicia and it is ruled and dominated by the dreaded Vaettir, it is their kingdom alone and it has been this way ever since they arrived. Every strange and astounding thing that is found there is a macabre reflection of its twisted inhabitants and the irreversible damage they have inflicted upon the landscape.
In the past, the Vaettir constructed magnificent cities with many wondrous structures within them. Amongst these were huge palaces designed around the most beautiful patterns imaginable and wrought from materials that only the Vaettir were capable of manipulating. Hundreds of towering spires were carved across the skyline of Xanawang by the ancient Vaettir with the most intricately puzzling patterns etched upon them. They also erected many observatories and academies in their pursuit for knowledge as well as an un-healthy dose of self gratifying monuments and statues created in their own image with the intention of glorifying their most important achievements for all eternity.
It is undoubtedly one of the most hostile regions on the planet and its treacherous landscape is dangerous and unforgiving. It is a strangely confusing place and caution should be taken when observing its illusions else one might fall into a sickening madness. Even the ancient structures that the Vaettir so lovingly decorated the landscape with in the days of the past have been unable to escape the taint of the Maaj and its decay that has festered since the Great Collapse. The magnificent spire towers of old are now twisted unnaturally and have grown to be disjointed and grotesquely malformed, they shift randomly in a constant state of re –arrangement much like their Vaettirean creators.
While it is not uncommon to find ancient portals in other parts of Relicia, Xanawang boasts its own unique gateways that shift and change much like everything else in the region. They flicker faintly in dark places and only the Vaettir are able to identify them clearly, their true purpose is unknown but it is assumed that they are highly unlikely to fulfil any great purpose and besides, who knows what foul and terrible places they might lead to?
I was stupid to think I would ever be able to fool the Vaettir and they picked me up on the outskirts of Xanawang long before I had even caught a glimpse of them. A force of Varrier, Varbres and Vicario swarmed around me and pushed me to the ground, I panicked and began begging for a quick death but they did not harm me and instead took me to their leader, the creature known as Huirach, the first and the last.
Fortunately, for me Huirach did not wish to harm me and was wise enough to appreciate the importance of my chronicling. She allowed me free passage to roam amongst her people and for a limited time I learnt a great deal of amazing things about them.
The short lifecycle of the Elvspon was incredibly interesting and there was such a great variety within their group. It was difficult to learn much of the Evocateur or the Vaelad as the upper classes tended to remain silent and were very secretive about the details of their activities, I never even dared to lay my eyes on the Huntawalu for longer than a few seconds for fear of invoking their terrible anger but I could often feel their gaze upon myself, boring deep into the very essence of my soul.