Valmir, Welkim's Keep

One, may climb high and fall even further.

It floats, like a second sun in the wide iceblue firmament, demanding unwavering attention. Snow white clouds swarm and swirl around, child like and uncaring. Bathing in the ever changing light, emitted by crystaline icy spires. No attention is payed to the winds current. Up there at the pinnacle of the world lies a city unmatched. It's name, Valmir, Welkim's Keep. The city a dancer, the sky her stage. Even to the dark lake below her light travels, turning the waters surface into a myriad of stars.

A birds eye, however, reveals a different view, for it sees not a jewel in the sky, just an abnormality. Its spires not made of ice but a tree foreign to these lands. Their white bark, blinding to the hunter sensitive sight, it's crystalline, light reflecting leaves irritating it's senses. Hidden in the clouds, steel and grime. The surrounding districts grasp onto the mountainous centre, like a fletching to their nest. These dark plateaus covered with disarrayed chaotic and cramped structures, display stark ominous contrasts to their pure surrounding.

Walking amidst the hustling and bustling streets of Valmir is a journey through Luveri itself. Cultures competing with one another, trying to outshine the rest. Each new corner, a new sound of a different language resounds, each step passes a new scholar, craftsmen, artist or mage. It's colourful, loud, chaotic and mesmerising secrets draw you in. Absorbing your attention, disarming your caution and eventually entrance and trap you in its spell.