Kärnten

town in Belsia, West Tsar capital     Kärnten rises behind strong stone walls, high and proud—its ramparts weathered but impassable, moat deep and gates heavy. The city is ruled by Dame Kainlyn Vereau of the Signoria of West Tsar, the strokes of her power visible in every turret, every banner that flutters orange and gray. Inside its walls, Laenor Vereau trained in the courtyard, steel flashing at dawn; the markets bustle with Belcoursian cloth, salted meats, and gilded arms for sale.   Despite the wars and intrigue among the Signorias, Kärnten has never been besieged—not by rival lords, not even by the Provincial Lady of Belsia. The moat still stands, the walls still hold, vestiges of an ancient fortification reinforced by generations. Its towers mark the horizon; its watch-guards are alert. Citizens sleep under the shadow of those walls, knowing that while politics churn around them, their city holds firm. Kärnten is not just a capital—it is a promise: that strength paired with legacy can withstand both blade and betrayal within the walls of the Unbroken City.