Kakushao Heights
True, we in U'liis may be pompous about our culture and the Mortals' integration from the Realm outside ours, but never could I have expected to find a land so dominated by them. It is a humbling experience, I say without irony as I sit atop a mountain peak writing my final letter back home, to find a place so detached from the ways of traditional devil thinking. There are no kings or nobles here, only the collective of landowners, but as they keep to themselves they are of little to no annoyance. Yesterday, I had the pleasure of meeting a master of the Vukrulsonin Temple. A member of the Sanudao'shen Summit, the master, whether it was out of kindness or personal virtue, showed me around the city. I could describe to you every interesting detail I encountered, but I would save it for you to see in person, and my pen does not have nearly the reserves of ink to do so. I do have the ink to tell you these two things: the first of a strange activity where one sits in silence, which I thought was merely the act of sleeping. Meditation: the master called it. I thought the activity foolish at first, but with the master's guidance, I achieved a sense of calm and a slow pace I had never felt, even in these elderly years of mine. When we were done, the master served me a strange beverage of heat and sweet bitterness; tea, the master called it, a beverage from the Mortal Realm. I thought I could not feel any more calmer and slower than before, but after consumption of this beverage, I felt as if my body and mind were elderly no more. I know I must leave Kakushao in a few days' time and return to U'liis, but I long to stay, and I already know once I return home, that I will wish to return to Kakushao before long.
— From Letters of Travel by Vailume Saanak, mortal year 1803.
Ever since the opening of Infernus to the outside Planes and the integration of Mortals, the culture of the Realm has mixed with those of the outside influences. Most places in the Realm retained their demonic and devilish cultures and paradigms, but ever so with influences from the outside Planes. Every here and there, however, there are places where one could mistake Infernus for being another World. There is no better example of such a place than Kakushao Heights, where even devils sometimes forget they are in their home realm. Founded in mortal year 1509 by Zhu Lukiin, Kakushao Heights is a city whose culture, society, and paradigm are dominated by mortal influence. It is often said should one desire to experience the Mortal Plane, then to head straight to Kakushao.
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