Okran's Pride


Exerpts from "Lands Touched by Okran's Light and Those Who Reside Within"

Written by Captain Albus Verrin of the Blister Hill Paladins,

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elcome, faithful pilgrim, to Okran’s Pride! The jewel of our glorious Holy Nation and a testament to Okran’s everlasting grace. Here, the bounties of the moon and the blessings of our divine protector shine as brightly as the sun upon the righteous. This fertile valley, nestled between the Western mountain ranges of Wend and the treacherous wilds beyond, serves as both the heart of our agricultural strength and a beacon of purity in a world darkened by Narko.

As you journey through the region, you will find golden fields stretching as far as the eye can see, tended by the diligent hands of our devout farmers. Wheat and vegetables grow in great abundance, Narko's curse of hunger has no place under the light of Okran!

The waters of Okran's Tear, a shimmering, life giving river, flow steadily through the valley. Such blessings do not come without vigilance, and the Paladins of Okran stand ever ready to defend these sacred lands.
Defiling these waters in any way is punishable by death. Water is the essence of all life itself,
The essence of Okran himself.
 
Our proud citadels and waystations mark the valley’s edges and neighboring provinces, ensuring no heathen or beast may threaten this holy sanctuary. The towering walls of Skinner's Hold cast a long shadow over the Southern passes, while the vigilant patrols of our noble Holy Sentinels walk the fields day and night. Each step you take here is safeguarded by their unwavering faith and unyielding steel.
Yet, do not mistake our vigilance for oppression weary traveller! No other place in the world offers such peace and prosperity for those who walk in Okran’s light.
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Valley
Owning Organization

Local Flora

Sugarcap - Found in caves and other dark, damp spaces.
Grain - Found blanketing the fields and valleys.
White Moss - Found reaching toward the moon in the dead of night.

Local Fauna

Bonedog - Found scavenging the wastes in large packs or solitary hunters.
Come forth, traveller,
I bid you walk the fields with reverence.
For in this sacred valley,
the light shall never fade.

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