The Kingdom of Adrea

Pulled from a satchel half-frozen in the western pass. No body. No footprints. Just the guide, wrapped in waxcloth like a prayer scroll. I’ve copied it here because it’s perfect—horrifying and perfect.   They said these were handed out after the surrender at Harvest Country. Not that it was called that, officially.   I kept it because it’s how memory gets rewritten. With glitter. With softness. With silence so loud you think it’s your own thoughts. Gods help us if we ever forget the difference.  

— Arch Scholar Aneas

Welcome to the Empire: A Guide for the Newly Conquered

Welcome to Adrea

Rejoice, radiant citizen! Whether by glorious invitation or a little gentle encouragement, your homeland now joins the shimmering constellation that is the Kingdom of Adrea. You may feel disoriented, weepy, or blissfully overwhelmed by sudden clarity. These are natural side effects of coming into harmony with a divinely aligned realm.

Please accept my warmest welcomes, civillian.

— King Brewick

A Land Touched by the Divine

You’re not just stepping into a country—you’re stepping into a living prophecy. Adrea is ruled by the stars themselves, interpreted lovingly by a monarchy you may never see, but will always feel. They do not speak often, but when they do, even the moon listens.

You’ll find their presence in the rustle of wheat, in the hush before a festival begins, and in the small, lovely silences that follow the right kind of question.

Your New Neighbors

Divine Elves – Their skin shimmers like moonlight on silver. They move like a memory and speak like a lullaby. If they don’t say hello, it’s probably because they’ve already said it... psychically.   Aasimars – Walking sunbeams. Sometimes unsettling. Always inspiring. Try not to cry when they look at you.   Aarakocra – Glorious creatures of the wind. Treat their landings as small miracles.   Other Celestial-Blooded Races – If your child levitates or sings in tongues, you may want to keep a journal. This is usually the start of something beautiful.

Religion, Or Something Like It

Faith in Adrea is not shouted—it is whispered into parchment, woven into silk, and folded into the corners of lullabies. Our gods are gentle, glowing things of light and law and layered meaning. Yours are welcome, of course, though they may be gently evaluated by a committee of dream-priests.

The Adrean Economy: Gently Glowing and Quietly Thriving

Life here isn’t rushed—it blooms. Farmers tune their planting schedules to moonrise; bakers whisper blessings into dough; scholars consult dreams before giving advice. Wealth grows softly and smells like honeyed bread and lavender ink.

Try the crystallized saffron bread—rumor has it it’s slightly prophetic.   Tip your licensed street magician—they might remember your birthday.   Do not disturb the glowing mushrooms. They're in conference.

Culture: Subtle, Stylish, and Sometimes Psychic

Major life events are scheduled via star chart. Births, weddings, and career changes included.   Divination is encouraged. Even some cats have licenses.   If invited to a moonlit picnic, accept graciously. Someone probably dreamed you’d come.

You may notice people speaking in riddles, rhymes, or truths they don’t quite understand. That’s normal. Just nod, smile, and remember: sincerity is a virtue, but mystery is divine.

Governance: Seen Rarely, Felt Always

The monarchy does not micromanage—it celestial-guides. Laws may arrive by parchment, dream, or sacred birdsong. If you find a rule written in dew on your window, consider it binding.

Relations with the Outside World

Adrea is a gentle neighbor, a firm hand, and a star-kissed friend. We import weaponry from the Southern Suns (too unseemly for us to forge) and export beauty, insight, and enchanted linen. Diplomacy is an art form, sealed with wax and wrapped in poetry.

“Those who vanish may not be gone. Some simply ascend to... a quieter role.” — Popular saying

Citizens of Auclan: we’re so excited to harmonize.

Final Notes for the Newly Integrated

If the stars spell your name backwards, do not be alarmed. This usually means promotion.   If your crops begin humming, listen to the melody. It's often instructional.   If your dreams begin featuring cloaked figures offering tea: say yes. Always say yes.