Showing posts with label Yeno. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yeno. Show all posts

Friday, 4 February 2011

Some maps of the Globe

[I shall publish Faadon's descusion of these maps at a later date - for now here are a few raw maps...]


A view of the Earth as it would be seen on the back of a dragon flying very high over the continent of Ottarol. In the center right is the ancient homelands of the Dwarves of Rock.  The dessert at the bottom is the home of the sand Dwarves, while the crescent in the center is where one can find dinosaurs. Essam, bottom left, is the now deserted continent where the Mage-created lifeforms such as Humans, Elves and Dwarves where created.
A rough design for a Sea-Nation trading map of the globe.  It serves the ego of the Sea-Elvish captain rather than any practical sense, not even having the currents depicted.

The captain who commissioned this map was obviously most interested in the trading opportunities in north-eastern Ottarol...

...and in Tuyun. There is an established trade rout following the currents and the winds between them. Yeno, the island in the top right, for instance, is not named, for the Ice Dwarves here do not engage in trading.


Ottarol , Gortyn and Essam depicted in the opening page of a book called "An Anthology of the World"

Tuyun, Tuy F'Fowyap and the Jagraana Archipelago in the same book.

Tuesday, 18 January 2011

Introduction by Faadon Naano


"To who ever finds this basket of leaves: Well Done!

This is the detritus of Faadon Naano, explorer and map maker. I may not b the neatest, or the best read, or the best at spelling, but, by all the Gods and most of the faerie, I am the furthest traveled!

And today I travel yet again - to the frozen wastes beyond Yeno to the ancestral lands of the clever Ice Dwarves, to yield to my curiosity their secrets - and so, as I make my ship, Acreshi (or "Hungry Albatross" in the common tongue), ready for departure I find I am in need of space, and so I release these loose bound thoughts to the winds, a basket of fallen leaves. Do not burn them straight away - the right scholar might pay well for the old notes of Faadon Naano..."