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The Great and Secluded Nation of Leonderia
Leonderia and the Leonderians

A nation that grew during the millenia that sat after the end of the War of Kane.


Over the course of the many years following the end of the great drought the Vagrants travelled far and wide across the mainland of the Middle Realm. Their nomadic groups dispersed to the furthest corners of the realm, and everywhere in between.

One such group of Vagrants, lead by their chief, Leondi Grastom, travelled along the Southern Coastline for many years, as their ancestors had before them.

On one fateful morning a dove flew to a tree near his tent from across the sea, and Leondi realised that land must lie in that direction.

Over the course of an entire year the Vagrants set about building vessels to get themselves across the untold distance. They would be going to a land they knew nothing about, putting their trust in the chief.

The crossing took several months, and some of the group perished on the journey. They were mourned quietly, the voyage too trying for anything more.

Finally the land was in sight, and after a week, it was reached. Leondi had leapt from his raft and swam the final fifty metres, solely to take a guard point on the beach. It was for reasons like this that he was respected as Chief.

The island was vast and it’s climate favourable. Unlike the coast from whence they came the climate was more temperate and so was easier to bear. The soil seemed fertile and the flora was agreeable.

The fauna however, was less so. Great hulking apes fought with bears and wolves for dominance. For the land to be habitable by the Vagrants, the feud between the beasts would have to be settled.

Over the course of the next decade Leondi and the other men hunted the beasts, taking the bear and wolf pelts for clothing, the ape meat for sustenance. They also took wolf cubs, and raised them to be hunting and guard animals.

One hunting raid turned tragic however. Leondi, now much older than when they landed upon this land, fell down an incline and was surrounded by a pack of wolves. Unable to climb out he turned and fought their tooth and claw till finally he succumbed to death. His comrades were too late, their chief was dead.

The mourning and the funeral lasted an entire year. From the ashes of his pyre the fires of settlement began to burn and the foundations of a nation were forged in their heat. They people resolved to stay there, in the land that their beloved chief had died to give them.

On that day, Leonderia was born.


For the first three centuries of its existence Leonderia was an agrarian society, with everyone farming to provide for themselves, and trading what they had extra. Some people got by instead by mining stone, tin and copper to provide tools for the farmers. There was no ill intent towards others, because the legends of Leondi and his death prevailed through word and writing. No one dared insult the memory of the great founding father of Leonderia.

In the thirty second year of the fourth century after the formation of Leonderia, a miner by the name of Georgian Andersson devised a plan to mix bronze with a shiny silver ore he’d found to create something that could used to represent value. He brought it before the Chief (Leondi’s descendant Henry) and it garnered approval. The currency of Leonderia was born that day.

Society didn’t progess much further however, not until several years later when Georgian’s young son suggested that the shiny silver ore could make nicer tools. Though the boy was thinking in terms of colour and appearance, Georgian began thinking in terms of durability and hardness. The ore was iron, and so Leonderia entered its own iron age.

Fast forward another century and we find Leonderia now leaderless. The last of the Leondi line had died out from the terrible plague that had swept the nation five years prior. It was at this time that the people decided to share the power. The first elections were held, and every household voted for the people they wanted to lead. Thus the first six Regents were elected.

It was decided that the Regents would have to meet somewhere to discuss matters. They chose the town of Raidstone. It was a large town situated up a wide river, making it perfect for transporting materials both down and upstream in the small boats the people used. Raidstone was made the capital of Leonderia, and so one Regent was elected the Regent-Lord of Raidstone.

Time passed and the society grew. The nation started to take to the seas again, building great ships from galleons to sloops for venturing the nearby lands. These sailors brought back exotic foods and riches. The Leonderians even colonised three islands nearby, before taking their natural resources.

One of the resources was a red dust, the Runes. For a time it was considered pretty, nothing more than a decoration. That is, until a miner accidentally struck one with a pick, and discovered that it somehow carried a charge.

Work began on researching and developing with these runes, but it never really took off until a galleon returned from one of the colonies with a family of Lucins on board.

The family had been found on the South Coast, and little indication was given as to how they arrived there, though they had said that it was nice to escape the racism. The Leonderians, having never known the invasion of the Lucins, bore no prejudice and gave the family passage to Leonderia. They were treated well, as it was revealed that the man of the family had great knowledge about Runes. The Captain gave up his own quarters, and slept with his men.

The family met with the chamber of the Regents, and after a lengthy discussion the Lucins were announced ‘residents and citizens of the great nation of Leonderia’ by the Regent-Lord. They settled in to the small hamlet of Lurham, not far from Raidstone, and set about helping with the development of Rune research.

Jumping forward a large number of years to the few decades prior to the Xitian enslavement of the Mainland we come to a much more industrialised Leonderia. The towns have become cities, the hamlets turned to towns. Leonderia is prosperous, but it cannot last. Even in times of the most adverse prosperity, someone is always suffering from poverty.

This man, Charles Cromwell, blamed the Regents and their rules for his situation. He began to go from disliking their ways to harbouring pure hatred for the Regents. He decided that they should die for enjoying the good life, whilst seemingly crushing him to do so. He became a revolutionary, and looked for support.

Slowly, he got it. People from similar situations joined him, and as the reputation grew, so did the numbers. The Leonderians People’s Front arose, and spent an entire decade gaining weapons and attacking in small groups. Rumour and fear was rife on the streets of Leonderia, and all of the populace worried about the war they felt was coming. On the tenth anniversary of the Leonderian People’s Front’s inception, the war came.

The Revolutionaries marched from their home in the Northern town of Darton all the war to Raidstone. Whever they went they brought war and death. It was a terrible time for the land, only surpassed once they reached Raidstone.

Men, women and children were slaughtered in the streets as they made their way to the great Lichfield Palace, the home of the Regent-Lord and the government of Leonderia. Panic erupted and the people looked to their leaders for guidance. Were it any other location in the Realm one would assume that some form of military would ride in whilst the leaders and politicians stood back and drank fine wines.

Not Leonderia. Here the Regents fought as well. They mounted up and rode into the fray with their elite guard close behind. They fought the revolution man to man. The fighting lasted for two sleepless nights before the fires of battle finally subsided and the outcome could be seen. There laid dead several hundred Revolutionaries, as well as fifty four elites, and one Regent. Regent George Lewis of the Northern Precinct had taken a personal issue with these revolutionaries, and had rode hardest, fought hardest. Ultimately he laid down his life to end what he thought he had created.

Cromwell knelt before the remaining Regents. In a time of war and treason the Regents chose not to kill the man. Instead he was chained to a boulder on the North-Eastern cliffs of a location named Benover. It was decreed that his death would not be by the hand of any Leonderian. Instead death would be handed to him by nature. Several days later he pronounced dead, after a murder of crows had brutally ripped his abdomen to shreds, eating his liver in the process.

The revolution was quashed, and the people had great faith again in their leaders. A new Regent, George’s own son Robert, was named. However this war was not without loss. The Raidstone Rune Research Laboratory and the entire town of Lurham was raided and pillaged. Several decades of Rune knowledge and findings were destroyed, whilst the Lucins were slaughtered, the wife being savagely raped prior to her death.
Now, five decades on, Leonderia is still rebuilding, still trying to find what was lost. The history of Leonderia has been set in stone, but the future is uncertain.


Leonderia’s society today is based around industry. Blacksmithing is a great trade of wealth and reputation, and the forges are constantly at work. The factories refine the ores that the miners quarry and the courier network carries the finished goods to their recipients. The Rune industry is also big, with researchers being some of the most highly-respected people in Leonderia.

The society is friendly and open, with people speaking happily with one another in the streets. There is little distrust and hatred for one another, asides from the household disputes that sit with every society.

Art is encouraged, and artists of all kinds applauded for their creations, but it is viewed as a distraction from the ongoing process of life. People use art to escape from their world for an afternoon, but that isn’t to say that they do not appreciate it.

Music is similar, with great concertos being held in specially built Music Halls. The pieces last for hours at a time, and men and women of all kinds attend. The orchestras that play are heralded as the great expressionists, and they will play their pieces over a hundred times over the course of five years, sometimes to gatherings of people who have all heard that particular piece before.

There is a more seedy side to Leonderia however. Crime is rife in the darker parts of the Nation, and also in the underside of Raidstone itself. The great factories and banks have been known to find themselves deprived of their wealth after a thief whisks away their goods on a cold summer’s night.

The law enforcement of Leonderia, known as Keepers (Short for either Peace-Keepers or Keepers of the Peace), tries their utmost best to preserve peace, but they cannot totally destroy the crime that picks at the progress of the nation.


Leonderia is lead by the five Regents and the Regent-Lord. The five Regents each have a precinct, one for each point of the compass as well as a central precinct. The Regent-Lord presides over the capital city of Raidstone. They form a chamber of Regents where they will devise laws and taxes for the people before passing it through the Leonderian Parliament.

The Parliament is a larger council of over forty representatives. Each representative is an expert in their particular field of work, be it factory management or Social studies. Each representative must have been in their line of work for more than thirty years to serve in parliament. What this means is that the parliament is a large gathering of the nation’s “elders” who can pass on their knowledge, experience and wisdom to the, usually, much younger Regents.

Elections for a new Regent are held at the untimely passing of the old, with general elections taking place every fifteen years to replace the entire chamber of the Regents. The house of Parliament is not elected, but new representatives take a seat in Parliament whenever another passes away. The representatives are chosen by an application that is made public and then the entire populace chooses who they wish to sit in Parliament.

This system has been in place since the Iron Age, and has worked well. The people are generally happy with the system due to the large amount of say they have with its working. It is a democracy, and it serves to better the nation of Leonderia.

Final thing to note. If you're going to apply to have a Leonderian character, you're going to need a good reason for them to leave Leonderia. It's the sort of place people don't really leave unless they have to.

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