#palmland

[thehushedcasket]

Wet rag of a little ai man

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

Be a Doll

Palmer/Roland fic from the vault of my google doc. 2.5k words of second person POV. This is just a sappy character study that got away from me, but I just think they're neat. AO3 Link Here.

He's quiet once you've gotten your hands wrapped around him, palming the soft leather of his jacket with your fingers wrapping around to his front, feeling the give of his simulated uniform and body under your fingertips. His hands come up to grab your fingers in some search for purchase and maybe to help him adjust to the feedback as you smile down at him and move to sit on the end of your bunk. The hardlight is different now, not the same humming buzz that tickles where he touches your bare skin, but it’s still got a thrumming energy even as it simulates something so real you nearly pause to cradle him more gently.  

He opens his mouth, half cocked grin at the ready when you interrupt whatever distracting quip he had prepared by dragging a finger down the fur lining of his jacket collar. You move slowly, allowing the soft texture to drag against your fingertip, moving it back and forth as you study it, study him with a discerning eye. You can't help the smirk as his face changes into something with less bravado and a little more confusion. 

"You put a lot of detail into this, huh?" You whisper and tap your nail on the buckle holding all his straps together. It makes a pleasant sound so you tap it once more, humming your approval and eyeing his preening as you notice the level of detail he’s worked on. There's no parachute on his back but the rest of the harness is present and defined enough you can slip a finger under it and test the give, the hardlight moving like fabric under your touch. "Does it come off?"

He nods mutely, and then seems to remember he was putting on a show, and a smile cracks wide, big enough that his cheeks push at the leather of his cap and you think about undoing it. You think about undoing a lot of his uniform.

But there's an order to it, and you want to take your time.

He fidgets a bit, movements that have you tightening your grip slightly and you can feel how he's made himself so realistic, almost alarmingly so with the soft give of his uniform and the flesh below it, with the small fragile bones you can feel along his ribs as they expand when he breathes, to the rabbit quick beat of his heart you can feel in your palm as you hold him.

You don't want to let him go but as you stare down at him you realize two hands would make this a lot easier.

You don't give him much warning beyond a pensive hum as you decide to roll over and place him near your pillow, legs kicked up behind you as you rest on your elbows and box him in. He wavers on the uneven terrain of your bed, arms out as he wobbles off kilter for a moment.

"There we go." You murmur, eyeing his uniform again, half aware of the way you're rubbing your now empty palm that's missing the warmth of him. He crosses his arms and makes a face, but you just smile broadly, and let your teeth catch your lip while you bring your hands up to nudge his arms apart. "Gotta get this out of the way. How else will I get to see what you worked so hard on?"

You tug at his straps, lifting them a bit more than necessary, just to keep him off balance, while you undo the buckle and peel the harness off. It's so strange to see him without it on.

Next comes the scarf, another little detail you've wanted to touch. Laying the harness out with a gentle reverence so it doesn't get tangled, you return your attention to him in time to see him watching your hands.

"Still good?" You ask, tone teasing and light, even if the concern is real and only half buried.

"Yeah...yeah. What's next?" He stands straighter under your scrutiny and you point at his scarf. Instead of undoing it himself, he simply puffs his chest out and tilts his head up, both looking at you and baring his throat. The motion makes you swallow but your hands are steady as you cup him with one hand and tease the scarf loose with a single finger.

He leans against your hand as you pinch the soft fabric between thumb and forefinger, his eyes watching you focus on this one part of his anatomy. The fabric slides easily away from his throat revealing skin you haven't seen before.

You pause for a moment and then place the scarf down next to the harness. He watches you. 

He's still watching from where he's leaning against your cupped hand when you bring your finger to his throat. The pad of your finger just rests lightly on the thin skin of his neck and you feel him swallow.

The moment is heavy and it passes slowly, peeling away like ice melting from a window pane and something still unspoken is clearer than it was before.

You glide your finger up from his bare throat and touch the fastener on the chin strap of his headgear, careful not to brush his mic as you lift his chin and gently, lightly turn his head from side to side.

"Like what you see?" He chokes out with a laugh when you release him.

"Yes." And then you don't explain or say anything else. The blunt honesty throws him for a loop but he recovers when you ask him to remove his cap. The buckle is too small for you, but you don't mind. Watching him undress at your request is pleasure enough. His movements are relaxed and slow and let him appear calm, but he's made himself too realistic and his heart is pounding in his chest and you can feel it from where he's still leaning against you.

The fastener clicks open, the metal buckle ringing against itself, and he lifts the protective pilot helmet off slowly, letting you see all of his face for the first time.

You take it in with a fascinated look that melts into something fond as you cannot stop yourself from smiling. He stands proud under the weight of your attention and you can make out the little tells from his avatar, small flickers of detail that show how affected he truly is. 

He's given himself helmet hair, but it doesn't hide his short curling waves. You take in the way his face looks without the helmet rounding it out. His ears are cute, you allow yourself to think, as you eye the way his hair parts and small details of his complexion. The hand he’s using for support starts petting his back, your thumb moving seemingly under its own volition as you reach for his face with the other.

Closing his eyes, he presses into the touch of your fingertips as you trace lightly over his jaw once more, sliding your touch up to ruffle his hair and explore the newly revealed parts of him. Feather light touches over his cheeks garners you the sensation of stubble.

"You've done a good job with this." You murmur to him, your attention still on the feel of him in your hands. He smiles and opens his eyes as you smooth back a stray lock of hair. 

The rest of your words get locked up in your throat but it's nothing new. Actions are easier. Petting the collar of the jacket once more to soothe the both of you, you pause near his bare throat again and finger the zipper.

He perks up and stands, pushing your hands away as he slowly unzips the jacket.  You find yourself leaning in, eyes fixated on the sight. Vision narrowing to the movement of his hands dragging the zipper down and sliding the clothing off, you feel his eyes on you as you stare at newly revealed clothes. 

These ones fit tighter to his body and let you see more of his outline. The jacket slides off his shoulders and he holds it out to you with a smile and a pose. Tearing your eyes away from the new sights and the sliver of skin peaking out from his sleeves as they ride up his arms as he moves, you cup your hand to hold the jacket.

You take your prize and gently thumb the internal lining before laying it near the scarf and harness. 

He swallows when you return your gaze to him, eyes settling on his form, traveling over familiar and new sights alike. Something clicks and he settles into a more confident posture once more before exaggerating his movements as he sits on your pillow and starts undoing his boots. You rest your chin on your hand and watch as he works and looks up at you through his eyelashes.

It’s much easier to study the line of his shoulders and see his body language change with fewer layers covering him. 

He kicks off his boots with a bit of flair but grabs them and hands them to you when you hold your hand out. They go next to his other clothes after you inspect them, eyes tracing the details and care he put into them.

When you look back, he’s lounging on your pillow, leg crossed and resting on a knee with his arms behind his head and a smug grin on his face as he wiggles to get comfortable. 

You don’t repress the snort his pose causes but you retaliate by dragging a fingernail up the bottom of his socked foot and watch him squirm at the feeling. He falls out of his carefully constructed position and yelps as he glares up at you.

You smile and let your eyes rove over his form once more, gaze lingering on the finer details of his shirt with its buttons and the way the fabric clings and highlights his shape. Golden cloth over golden skin. Darker golden hair shadowed in its textured waves dances beneath your gaze and then your touch as you pet his head, relishing the minute details.  

Pulling back, you simply watch as he sprawls out on your pillow; his glowing form sinking into the softness with a pleased look on his face.

“Comfortable?” you murmur after a few seconds, grinning as he wiggles deeper. 

“Yeah.” He sighs and seems to deflate. He stretches once more and splays out on your pillow with a grin, eyes barely cracked open to watch your response. He’s trying to be a little bastard but you’re too busy taking in all the new parts of him, of this thing you’re both doing, to care too much about his antics.

He shouldn’t feel the need to act up anyway; he already has all of your attention.

You feel the corner of your mouth lift and you huff a breath as he breaks first and looks up at you. He pillows his head on his arms and watches; it’s your move now, and you try for nonchalance even as your heart races. 

He smiles up at you, the cocky grin softer than usual, but it lets you know you’ve been caught. It’s a wonder that this is what makes your heart beat fast, this small moment with the anticipation for something neither of you are really sure of. This was something of a whim you both were exploring, a joke gone on too long now that you both can’t deny. He’s sitting there so small and fragile on your pillow and running the entire ship all at once; such a paradox that makes you feel so many ways you aren’t used to. Your whole world and something obviously dear but if you tried to find the words you’d never be able to. You don’t want to. Actions were always your strong suit, so instead you drag a finger up his leg.

You keep the pressure light and fiddle with the button to the pocket near his knee before moving further upwards and dragging at the last thin layer of clothing on his torso. The texture of the fabric changes and so does the amount of give beneath your finger. You ghost light touches along his sides as you explore and let the pad of your finger rest on his chest. His heartbeat matches your own, staccato fast, and you meet his eyes again. 

“Put a lot of effort into this, huh? Pretty human.” You drawl in a whisper. You’ve gotten closer and quieter and you’re not sure why but you don’t want to break the tension.

“....Well,” he starts, hands coming to rest on your finger, “I’m nothing if not thorough, Commander.”

“I can tell. You do good work.” The words are barely out of your mouth when his avatar glitches under the finger you were dragging down his front. It’s a small hiccup in his holographic form but you haven’t taken your eyes off him so it’s impossible for it to escape your notice.

You freeze and he comes back together, patting your hand and apologizing. You didn’t do anything, it just seems he had a reaction to your words. Crisis averted, you smile down at him, grin showing teeth as he realizes how much he’s given away.

“You’re good now? It’s not too much if I tell you how good a job you’ve done on your avatar?”

“Commander.” He says flatly, but there’s no bite at all, especially with his shirt still ruffled and his layers gone and his heart he chose to make still racing under your touch. 

“It won’t be too much if I talk about how much I like looking at you like this, or how pretty you look?” You continue, tracing the defiant look he’s giving you with your eyes as you use a finger to lift his chin.

“Palmer.”

“Oh we’re dropping rank now? So it is affecting you.” You purr and hunker down even more.

He opens his mouth and closes it again. A small pout forms and he pushes your finger away and crosses his arms. You laugh and cup one hand around him to place a kiss on his head.

He’s warm beneath the gentle give of your lips and you linger for a moment before pulling back. Leaning your chin on your free hand, you watch him fight the smile curling in the corners of his mouth and return his look with your own overly sappy grin. You don’t feel like fighting it, or hiding your fondness in this moment.

In fact, you adjust the rest of yourself in your bunk to curl up close and lay your head on the pillow next to him, softly exhaling a contented sigh as you settle and he rolls over to look at you. His smiling face, without the bravado or the cap hiding it, is so soft it makes something swell up in your chest til you feel fit to burst. 

Instead you reach out, gingerly and more slowly than you’ve moved this whole time, and place your hand near his. He takes a finger in his palm immediately and you melt even more.

“Bedtime?” He chides gently, squeezing your pinkie as he asks.

Another breath leaves you, slow and calm, like you're exhaling all the air out of an overstretched balloon.

“Bedtime. Good night Roland.”

“Good night Sarah.”

[bloodcursecycle-if]

World Lore Main Page

(will be updated as more posts are made)

This is the navigation page for all of the lore and mechanics for this world. This only consists of posts I make myself, not asks or anything.

Please refer back to the Tag Navigation page for all of the posts made about the world.

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[eventideluminary-games]

Introducing: The Topazes of the Palmlands

The fourth post about the families of the main characters in the story!

Today is about Dionys' family: The Topazes!

The next post will be about the Disthenes (Somnia's family)!

As always, AI disclaimer for generated images.

Here is each member of the Topaze family! Left to right, we have: Atlas Topaze, Carya Topaze, Dionys Topaze, Galatea Topaze, and Erato Soberyl.

Atlas Topaze (he/him)

Atlas Topaze is the father of Dionys Topaze and Galatea Topaze and the husband of Carya Topaze. He is the former Lead Scholar of the Hall of Scholars before Dionys took on the position. He and his wife, Carya, are not around that much, both having decided to explore and do field research across Runnet once Dionys graduated from the Academy. They have been traveling and doing field research for 4 years now. Dionys doesn't really have a relationship with either of his parents, both of them being extremely busy when he was a child and now with their research of Runnet. He is 46 years old at the start of the story.

An example of an outfit Atlas normally wears (usually with pants LMAO)

Carya Topaze (she/her)

Carya Topaze (née Soberyl) is the mother of Dionys Topaze and Galatea Topaze. She is the wife of former-Lead Scholar of the Hall of Scholars, Atlas Topaze, and is the younger sister of former-Academy professor, Erato Soberyl. She is also a former professor of Historic Texts at the Academy, as well as holding the prestigious title of Scholar in the Hall of Scholars. Carya, much like her husband, Atlas, are not around that much, both having decided to explore and do field research across Runnet once Dionys graduated from the Academy. They have been traveling and doing field research for 4 years now. Dionys doesn't really have a relationship with either of his parents, both of them being extremely busy when he was a child and now with their research of Runnet. Carya has entrusted the total care of her and Atlas' children to her older sister, Erato. She is 48 years old at the start of the story.

An example of an outfit Carya normally wears.

Dionys Topaze (he/him)

Dionys Topaze is the eldest son and child of Atlas Topaze and his wife, Carya Topaze. He is also 1 of the 5 Romance Options for the Accused Royal/Main Character in the story. Dionys is the Head/Lead Scholar of the Hall of Scholars in the Palmlands. While he doesn't really have a notable relationship with his parents, his maternal aunt, Erato Soberyl, raised him. Dionys is a studious person. He is naturally very intelligent, like his parents, but he also quiet, polite, and kind. He prefers to be quiet while others are talking, but can talk for hours about his current area of study. He was given the position of Head/Lead Scholar about 2 years ago and took on the Scholar-in-Training, Rhodope Avans, as his protégé 3 years ago. Dionys is close friends with Orithyia Steate, another fellow Scholar of the Hall of Scholars and, incidentally, the Vice Head/Lead Scholar. He finds her soothing personality calming to be around, despite their areas of study being vastly different. Like all of the Romance Options in the story, Dionys is technically bisexual or pansexual. He is 26 years old at the start of the story.

Examples of the outfits Dionys normally wears. While in the Palmlands and near the Hall of Scholars and the Academy, he can be seen wearing his Lead Scholar's robes. Otherwise, he is normally seen in extravagantly gold and turquoise beaded pieces.

Galatea Topaze (she/her)

Galatea Topaze is the youngest daughter and child of Atlas Topaze and his wife, Carya Topaze. She is also the younger sister of the Lead Scholar of the Hall of Scholars, Dionys Topaze. Galatea is a bright and talkative child. She spends most of her days running around and playing with her friend. Her guardian and maternal aunt, Erato Soberyl, teaches her from home, having been a former-Academy professor. Unlike her parents and older brother, Galatea doesn't show any particular fondness for learning or schoolwork, much preferring to run around and play outside or draw or paint. Despite this, she often asks Erato to take her to the Hall of Scholars and the Academy to see Dionys. She doesn't really have any memory or relationship with her parents, both having spent minimal time around her since her accidental birth. Galatea, instead, considers Dionys, her brother, and Erato, her maternal aunt, to be her parental figures. She is 6 years old at the start of the story.

Examples of the outfits Galatea normally wears. She normally wears a shirt and skirt set on a daily basis, but when visiting Dionys at the Hall of Scholars, she is required to dress nicely.

Erato Soberyl (she/her)

Erato Soberyl is the older sister to Carya Topaze as well as a former-professor of the Academy. She is the one who mainly raised Carya's children, Dionys and Galatea. Erato used to be the Head of the Runnet Flora Department as well as the Professor of Riverlands' Foliage. She had, subsequently, lost her position when the governing body of the Riverlands was deposed 20 years prior to the story causing the deal between the Academy and the Riverlands to fizzle out. Erato is a calm and kind woman. About a year or so after losing her position, she discovered her innate talent for weaving and loom work, having developed a name for herself within the artisan groups of the Palmlands. She is naturally very intelligent and uses her knowledge of plants to make handmade dyes for her textiles, increasing their value exponentially. It does also help that she is gifted in magic which makes her art pieces even more valuable. She is 50 years old at the start of the story.

An example of an outfit Erato normally wears.

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Request from @bloodgulchblog: first time palmer or lasky figures out roland is flirting with them dealer's choice. Thank you for the prompt!

Roland enters service December 5, 2557 and then sometime circa February 18th, 2558 during a live mission with Fireteam Crimson present and engaging with Promethean forces, Roland says to Miller after Miller attempts to shoo him away: "I can do a million things at once, like can talk to Captain Lasky, I can flirt with Captain-" from Spartan Miller E5.01 of SpOps. He is 2.5 months old and saying this. In front of at least 5 Spartans.

Halo doesn't give us any vetting process or inside look into how AI are chosen or when they come off the shelf vs go into active service.

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Leading a campaign is stressful. Lasky had done it before, in all but name, as the XO behind Del Rio. He's the reason the UNSC Infinity was still afloat, not that he wants to take credit for helping the Master Chief stop the Didact. There's more important things he's dealing with, and getting more attention from the upper Brass doesn't seem like a good career move or life choice at the moment.

Returning to the Forerunner planet Requiem means balancing a million details all key to their victory. Olds hands returning do help, but there's a lot of new blood in the crew as well. Including the ship AI.

As captain, Lasky had been included in the vetting process. Roland was chosen because he was the best fit. Part of the newest generation of Smart AI, with a personality fit for managing not only the enormous and diverse needs of the crew, but also the retrofitted colony ship with Forerunner engines and more armament than the navy had ships welded to her.

Suffice it to say that Lasky had a lot on his plate, and maybe didn't pay the closest attention to Roland's tone. Or the little winks and knowing nods thrown at Lasky before he blipped away. Or how he motherhenned Lasky more than Aine ever did. It was just differences in personality between AI. Captain's duties took precedent over lilting tones and pointed questions and an avatar lingering in his presence at the end of the day.

Aine never said "sir" with so much weight. She wasn't so free with compliments towards him and didn't linger for him specifically. Aine enjoyed her time on the Infinity, the care in its construction, and her crew. Roland's focus was different, and something Tom might not want to label without a second opinion. Not that he was going to talk to Sarah about it… He could already see her face, eyebrow raised, as he'd try to connect two points in front of her.

The second Requiem campaign ends, badly, but with them alive and not in the heart of a star. Lasky exhales. Sarah's mad about his contingency with Majestic and Halsey getting away, but she's coming with him to face the admirals together. Not that they have much choice, but they've already gotten their story straight. Their friendship would heal. Tom fixes his uniform in the mirror and swallows. Going planet-side for an official debriefing felt more like marching to meet his executioner. At least Hood liked him.

"Captain, your chariot awaits in hangar 11." Roland announces with a flourish.

Tom nods and thanks him with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He's not really in the mood for levity right now.

"If I may be so bold, sir." But when has that ever stopped Roland?

"When have you not?" Tom says, smoothing down his cuffs again.

"You're worrying too much. The reports are in, the commander is going with you, your pelican is fueled and waiting. It's all going to go smoothly. You'll be fine, you're very likable, sir. I like you!"

"I noticed." Tom says with a smile aimed at Roland's camera. "You were laying it on kind of thick there."

The look on his avatar's face is enough of a prize, but then Roland starts backpedaling. That's something Tom's never seen him do before.

"Well, of course, sir. I mean, you are my captain. The captain. Of the ship- that I run, mostly."

"Of course." Lasky says, turning for the door. "We can discuss it when I return. I leave the ship in your capable hands." He smiles, wry and teasing.

Roland snaps a salute with smothered smile. If Lasky's mouth does anything funny, no one sees as he's schooled his expression by the time he hits the hangar.

[bloodcursecycle-if]

(may be updated as the story progresses)

The Vice-Leader of the Hall of Scholars

Name: Orithyia Steate Gender: Female (she/her) Age: 29 Status: Alive Appearance: Fair skin, Long Loosely Curly Blonde hair, Grey eyes Cursebearer Status: No Bio: Orithyia is the Vice-Leader of the Hall of Scholars and is Dionys' best friend. Despite now living in the Palmlands, she is actually from the Shorelands and moved to the Palmlands to attend the Academy She's friendly and welcoming with a soothing and calm air about her. She's also very intelligent, having received some of the highest scores in the history of the Hall of Scholars and Academy on her undergraduate paper on the nesting habits of the Shorelands cliffside nesting endangered bird species. She has also taken a protégée under her wing, an undergraduate named Thrassa Varo.

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Dionys' Protégée

Name: Rhodope Avans Gender: Female (she/her) Age: 20 Status: Alive Appearance: Fair skin, Long Straight Platinum Blonde hair, Violet eyes Cursebearer Status: No Bio: Rhodope is Dionys' protégée. She's an undergraduate of the Hall of Scholars Academy and is studying Blood Curses. She's is confident, outspoken, and has a tendency to be arrogant. She's very smart and knows it, but can come off as immature at times. She doesn't really know how to talk to people outside of her interests, so she sounds extremely condescending to most people. Rhodope also has a crush on Dionys, going out of her way to do things for him, compliment him, or give him gifts. Dionys doesn't realize she likes him more than a mentor and just thinks she's a good apprentice. She is also best friends with Thrassa.

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Orithyia's Protégée

Name: Thrassa Varo Gender: Female (she/her) Age: 20 Status: Alive Appearance: Medium-Toned Brown skin, Long Curly Black hair, Gold eyes Cursebearer Status: No Bio: Thrassa is Orithyia's protégée. She's an undergraduate of the Hall of Scholars Academy and is studying endangered animal biology. She's more soft-spoken and reserved than her best friend and roommate, Rhodope. She isn't very confident in herself and often checks in with Orithyia to see if she's doing something right. She spends most of her time in the Academy library, extremely anxious and nervous that she will fail out of the Academy.

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A Former Professor of the Hall of Scholars' Academy

Name: Erato Soberyl Gender: Female (she/her) Age: 50 Status: Alive Appearance: Cool-Toned Dark Brown skin, Thick Black hair in braids tied into a bun, Blue eyes Cursebearer Status: No Bio: Erato is the maternal aunt of Dionys and his sister. She's also the person who raised him as his parents weren't around. She used to be the Head of the Riverlands Foliage Studies department, but ended up losing her job after the Riverlands became the Fieldlands. She is calm and kind, having picked up weaving to make extra income while raising Dionys' younger sister. She is typically found either tending to her garden, where she grows plants for dying the fibers she weaves with, or at her loom, weaving expensive one-of-a-kind tapestries.

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Dionys' Younger Sister

Name: Galatea Topaze Gender: Female (she/her) Age: 6 Status: Alive Appearance: Warm-Toned Dark Brown skin, Thick Black hair in braids, Gold eyes Cursebearer Status: Unknown Bio: Galatea is the younger sister of Dionys. She lives with their maternal aunt, Erato, since their parents aren't around to raise her. She's a bright and talkative child, enjoying playing, running around, and drawing or painting, but doesn't like learning or reading. She barely has memories of her parents, so she considers Dionys and Erato her "parental" figures.

[eventideluminary-games]

Map of Runnet

Here's the map of Runnet with all labeled lands and my terrible handwriting!

I also provided some examples of the general landscapes of the regions!

The Grasslands Kingdom

Governing Body: The Royal Family of the Diamants and the Chamber of Merchants

Major Ecosystem: Tall Grass Prairie

Examples: Montana Valley and Foothill Grasslands, Central Forest-Grasslands Transition, Texas Blackland Prairies

The Woodlands Kingdom

Governing Body: The Royal Family of the Emeraudes

Major Ecosystem: Temperate Rainforest and Coniferous Forest

Examples: Northern California Coastal Forests, The Cascades, Atlantic Coastal Pine Barrens

The Palmlands

Governing Body: The Hall of Scholars

Major Ecosystem: Sandy, Hot and Dry Desert

Examples: Mojave Desert, Chihuahuan Desert, Yuma Desert

The Grand Shorelands Temple

Governing Body: The Grand Temple of Astrea

Major Ecosystem: Costal

Examples: Florida Scrub, California Coastal Sage and Chaparral, Hawai'ian Tropical Low Shrublands

The Republic of the Dustlands

Governing Body: The Seven Heads of Council of the Dustlands

Major Ecosystem: Rocky, Semi-Arid Desert

Examples: Colorado Plateau Shrublands, The Painted Desert, Tule Desert

The Fieldlands

Governing Body: Small and Localized to Individual Villages

Major Ecosystem: River Valley and Temperate Broadleaf Forests

Examples: Alleghany Highlands forests, New England-Acadian forests, Western Great Lakes Forests

The Holy Kingdom of the Ridgelands

Governing Body: Church Appointed Monarchy

Major Ecosystem: Mountainous

Examples: Klamath Mountains, Sierra Nevada, Rocky Mountains

The Floelands

Governing Body: Figurehead Monarchy

Major Ecosystem: Tundra

Examples: Alaska–St. Elias Range Tundra, Pacific Coastal Mountain Icefields and Tundra, Arctic Foothills Tundra

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