Capitals
Azure Guard - Frosthold: the Northern Citadel of the Empire, carved into the mountain itself, where industry fuels endless mines and forges. Like a bear preparing for winter, its vast halls store provisions for hard times. Here the northern wall begins, stretching far south.

Bloodhorn - Sturhall: The wasteland capital, rises from the unforgiving lands as a fortress of endless concentric walls. Every sharpened stake rises like another horn of the mighty bull. A maze of defenses, winding streets, and hardened strongholds, it reflects the resilience of its people.

Lekaris - Providence: The seat of the Empire, rises where a great river forks across rolling plains. Its grand avenues flow like the mane of a lion. Beneath the Rift Scar's eternal glow, all civilization converge around the historic throne of the Kings.

Naja - Highgrove: Hidden beneath an endless ancient forest, the frontier capital thrives among colossal trees, where master rangers, craftsmen, and explorers built a civilization seamlessly woven into nature, their homes coiled around the trees like cobras, protected by both secrecy and canopy.

Morvaren - Riftwatch: perched among warm mountains and cliffs lies the secluded observatory city that grew into the heart of a nation. It's scholars uncover hidden knowledge like inquisitive ravens. Protected by the stone itself, its lenses remain forever fixed on the distant scar.

Fairbarrow - Fairbarrow: nestled along the northern river and flourishes among fertile hills and stunning cliffs is the Empire’s prosperous intellectual heart. Its great amphitheater fills with forums, debates and new ideas. Like the clever fox, the culture thrives on curiosity as much as delight.

Haventide - Sanctuary: built on the southern shores during the Great Siege, this city became a refuge for the wounded, as an infirmary port. Fed by two rivers, its marble halls and vast shipyards connect all of Riftmoor. Like dolphins, their clerics guide the lost through treacherous waters.

Vah-Yu - Windveil: among the highest peaks, a serene sanctuary where people live in peace. Like a resting crane hardly tethered to the ground. Its carved stone paths, cherry blossoms, and suspended rope bridges weave through an isolated civilization.
