Belsia

The fields of Belsia stretch in golden waves beneath the sun, maize and wheat bending in breeze, herds dotting grassy plains. In villages and farmsteads, the Church of Dhara’s bells toll at dawn and dusk, calling devout hands to prayer and plow alike. The people here are simple in dress but fierce in loyalty: to their soil, neighbour, and convinced faith.   Yet beneath the countryside’s hymn is an undercurrent of something older—Belcour. Worn stones in hidden ruins; whispered claimants who speak of a unified past; old Lourds whose names still carry the weight of royalty. Belsia’s faith in Dhara binds the communities, but also shackles them at times, turning neighbuor against foreigner, suspicion against non-believer.   The land is generous, but the politics are sharp: the Provincial Lady from House Baudelaire rules Tsarsailles from Palace DuPont, but her rule is watched warily by the Signorias that broke away. Denence’s ships beat her tariffs; Grivour keeps its archives of secrets; Old Bulkan’s mines still hum of discontent; West Tsar’s gold and marching army stir resentments.   In Belsia, every harvest is both blessing and reminder: faith ensures food, church ensures order, but the ghosts of Belcour’s legacy linger in shadows—splintered loyalties, old wounds, and a province that feeds many but belongs, in the minds of some, to no single ruler.         Belsia is the breadbasket of the Gaulan plains, where most of the plains are filled with herd farmers.   Belsia once stood as it own nation that opposed the Plainsking and its expanding nation of Mercadia. They went to war over grain supply. The Belcoursian Dame of the country decided it would go ally themselvse with the burgeoning empire rather be wiped out by it.

The House of Baudelaire gained their seat as Provincial Lady while other Signorias formed to become self governing in the face of joining this larger power.