Bannermount

Bannermount’s beauty is spoken of in different lands across the world, as an image almost out of a fairy tale. Vibrant stuccoes high rising buildings line the perfectly groomed cobbled streets, ocean blues, oranges, reds, forest greens. Every building has its own character, roofs rise in sharp gables that scatter throughout the skyline, like shiny daggers glistening in the sunlight. Immediately you can smell sweet baked pies and roasted meats. You notice the abundance of peach, pears, and cherry trees, which you see the populace freely picking as they please but are careful not to over pick. A woman in a blue brocaded dress, with long brilliant blonde hair notices you, and hands you a handful of the assorted fruits, smiles brightly, and skips away down the road. The wide streets are well lit at night, and soft green grasses are grown along the sides. In Bannermount, its always a quiet competition to see who has the most vibrant and unique flower boxes can have hanging from their windows. It seems that at every turn you run into marbled stairways that go up or down alleys, that lead to more wondrous fanfare. The city itself, is built over a dozen square miles lying on top of a massive hill, resting at its peak are the many domed and sharp towers of Castile Val’ianie, each shined to a dazzling sparkle. It is here that a full picture of nearly all the countryside and its splendor can be viewed. To the east, you can see the roaring crystal falls that pour into the massive lake adjacent to the city, Lake Glassheart, with waters so clear, that at times it confuses the eye to believe there is no lake at all.