The Town of Theairia

No saga yet. The Chronicler writes one once Theairia has enough history to be worth condensing.

• The realm's book speaks of Theairia: 2 of its moments were woven into the day's account, "The Dragon's Name, the Eye's Silence".

• The realm's book speaks of Theairia: 11 of its moments were woven into the day's account, "Eyes in the Deep, Voices in the Stone".

• The realm's book speaks of Theairia: 4 of its moments were woven into the day's account, "Wings Withheld, Libraries Unbuilt".

• Theairia has grown into Town standing in the eyes of the realm.

• All nations across were gathered together and fought on the dragon. In the end we won, but at what cost? People have fallen, while others have risen. In the end, our leader is back to normal, but at what cost? Will something like this ever happen again? And how will we ever stop it for good? Icyln may be a mere ice slime, but he’ll try his best just for his nation.

• Icyln have been working endlessly on the town square for the nation's people. With all the funds he managed to hastily build up, he estimates that the town square could be opened up in a couple of days and ready for markets and trades. Nethertheless he has to make sure that Sebastian approves of this, But as of lately he's been in and out of a trance. Always looking into the distance. Maybe it's the cold air, but he needs rest…

• The realm's book speaks of Theairia: 2 of its moments were woven into the day's account, "Stones That Already Knew".

• The realm's book speaks of Theairia: 4 of its moments were woven into the day's account, "The Unfamiliar Habit of a Bowed Head".

• The realm's book speaks of Theairia: 2 of its moments were woven into the day's account, "The Reverend's Hand Remembers".

• It's been a week and the recovery of the nation was in full swing. Our leader Sebastian had been chipping away at the hardened deepslate desperately, to form a gloryish castle. Meanwhile, Sebastian felt… somewhat pity for Icyln, so he made him High Council- as well as tossing him a lavish-red coat, as a “gift”. Totally wasn’t because it didn’t fit him…