Brerian Citizen

Dust-blown towns line Breria’s western shores, where stone walls quake with every tremor from the ever-encroaching fissure that eats away at the eastern border. Every horizon seems to tilt slightly, every sunrise brings whispers that the land is unraveling. Yet the Brerian Citizens hold fast to hope: Lord Teyranus’s promise of a new homeland across the sea is their lodestar. Markets bustle with traders who pack up goods to sail, Danaran priests chant prayers for safe passage, parents teach their children sea-songs in place of lullabies.   They tend wounded homes broken by quake-shocks and raise children under walls cracked by faultlines. Fear is always near—but so is resolve. For though the fissure may swallow fields, the Brerians believe that across water lies sanctuary, that Teyranus will lead them to soil unscarred by fault and fear, to a future shaped by will, not by rift.