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The Holy Realm covers an area close to 186,000 square miles (between the sizes of real world Spain and Sweden). Its capital, Citadel, sits in the Northeast and is home to 325,000 people. Overall, more than 2.1 million Bettellyners live in a land of lush farmland, light forests, and gentle hills. Wide rivers meander eastward across the country, toward the Sea of Esterhold. To the north lies Foresthome; virgin Imperial Territories and Vertiloch form the western border, with Theranderol and Randal locking the south. Many of the old towns derive their names from the original Cypric language.
Temperate weather is ideal to farming which is more than sufficient to satisfy the needs of Bettellyn’s population. Spare produce head mostly west to Vertiloch. This merchant traffic goes mostly by land, down the Vertiloch Road and the trail from Quanfax via Vonboby and Epitaph. Snarling traffic jams are frequent at this border, at the level of Regalia Castle, considering Vertiloch’s infuriating border controls and peculiar transportation policies. Some of the most colorful language can be heard there, among lines of ox-driven carts, that would normally embarrass the usually prudish and lawfully-minded folks of Bettellyn. Much praying and repenting follows, when access into the Imperial Demesne is finally earned, which reinforces Vertilian opinion of Bettellyners as sanctimonious, hypocritical hot-heads. This is the image initially confronting foreigners, since the majority of visits to the Holy Realm come through this border as well.
When beyond Bettellyn’s border, pious citizens of the Theocracy loosen up in the face of relative liberty and unlawfulness. After one too many drinks, some ill-inspired comments, and a few brawls later, the most misguided visitors end up getting kicked out. Naturally, the issue isn’t forgotten on the home side as the clergy then copiously admonishes transgressors for their sinful behaviors and the poor image they give of Bettellyn. It is keenly seen as counterproductive to missionary work abroad. Fines, service, fasting, self-flagellation, and much praying help teach rabble-rousers proper manners.
The main drivers of Bettlellyn’s wealth are agriculture and the city of Citadel. By the sheer weight of its population, the capital city generates a disproportionate amount of business, purchasing vast quantities of food and raw materials, and producing finished goods and services. Nearly half of the monarchy’s income flows from taxes on businesses and households in Citadel. Tolls from roads and bridges, duties on foreign trade, and port fees collected throughout the realm generate the next big source of revenues, easily exceeding taxes imposed on rural communities. Mining yields valuable minerals, but otherwise produces a negligible amount of cash. From the point of view of Bettellyners, much of the realm’s trade involves producing weapons, armor, and raising war horses.
In the eyes of a visiting foreigner, it seems the greatest part of local business involves the trading of relics, from worthless, obvious fakes sold as cheap souvenirs in curio shops to fabled artifacts imbued with arcane spirits that no one in their right minds would dare tangle with. As might be expected, the lion share of the monarchy’s revenues goes to support Bettellyn’s armed forces and maintaining castles, roads, bridges, and fortified military ports like the ones in Brocto and Leweo. Another fair share serves to support the clergy and related assets. Monasteries and abbeys are self-sufficient.
Temperate weather is ideal to farming which is more than sufficient to satisfy the needs of Bettellyn’s population. Spare produce head mostly west to Vertiloch. This merchant traffic goes mostly by land, down the Vertiloch Road and the trail from Quanfax via Vonboby and Epitaph. Snarling traffic jams are frequent at this border, at the level of Regalia Castle, considering Vertiloch’s infuriating border controls and peculiar transportation policies. Some of the most colorful language can be heard there, among lines of ox-driven carts, that would normally embarrass the usually prudish and lawfully-minded folks of Bettellyn. Much praying and repenting follows, when access into the Imperial Demesne is finally earned, which reinforces Vertilian opinion of Bettellyners as sanctimonious, hypocritical hot-heads. This is the image initially confronting foreigners, since the majority of visits to the Holy Realm come through this border as well.
When beyond Bettellyn’s border, pious citizens of the Theocracy loosen up in the face of relative liberty and unlawfulness. After one too many drinks, some ill-inspired comments, and a few brawls later, the most misguided visitors end up getting kicked out. Naturally, the issue isn’t forgotten on the home side as the clergy then copiously admonishes transgressors for their sinful behaviors and the poor image they give of Bettellyn. It is keenly seen as counterproductive to missionary work abroad. Fines, service, fasting, self-flagellation, and much praying help teach rabble-rousers proper manners.
The main drivers of Bettlellyn’s wealth are agriculture and the city of Citadel. By the sheer weight of its population, the capital city generates a disproportionate amount of business, purchasing vast quantities of food and raw materials, and producing finished goods and services. Nearly half of the monarchy’s income flows from taxes on businesses and households in Citadel. Tolls from roads and bridges, duties on foreign trade, and port fees collected throughout the realm generate the next big source of revenues, easily exceeding taxes imposed on rural communities. Mining yields valuable minerals, but otherwise produces a negligible amount of cash. From the point of view of Bettellyners, much of the realm’s trade involves producing weapons, armor, and raising war horses.
In the eyes of a visiting foreigner, it seems the greatest part of local business involves the trading of relics, from worthless, obvious fakes sold as cheap souvenirs in curio shops to fabled artifacts imbued with arcane spirits that no one in their right minds would dare tangle with. As might be expected, the lion share of the monarchy’s revenues goes to support Bettellyn’s armed forces and maintaining castles, roads, bridges, and fortified military ports like the ones in Brocto and Leweo. Another fair share serves to support the clergy and related assets. Monasteries and abbeys are self-sufficient.