Sirhom

Sirhom is the capital of the northern empire, bein also the first city founded by lord Ganth.

Founding Legend
"Long long ago, when even time would get lost on unmade paths and the gods were still shaping the earth, one lot of land lay foresaken.  The gods who made our world were not unopposed.  Against them stood great beasts, called anithid, which fed off the energy within the fabric the gods needed to work.  The gods, having nearly completed their work, were faced with only one final bastion of the anithid creatures.

The gods set out to stage a final assault. All their forces consolidated, petty wars put aside, they created a goliath, clad in bronze, to conquer the anithid horde. They named this titan Ganthus. The gods watched as their prodigy marched forth into the unmade. Winds blew and tides rose and fell as the gods stared intently into the abyss, their senses grasping at every howl of pain and flash of light to escape from beyond the horizon. After a pained wait, their titen stepped out from the cloth of creation, staggered out three steps, and promptly fell on the hard, barren earth, broken and dead. The bulwark unblemished and the gods weary from their overzealous work, they deemed the anithid unconquerable. The anithid unassailed, they spread out to reclaim what the gods had woven.

The gods oganized a council to deliberate on the best course of action. As the deliberation ensued, it became clear that the dominant oppinion was to abandon the new world. Unbeknownst to the council, the colosus lay on the rock, dripping with blood, both its own and of the anithid. By chance two drops fell together and merged against the earth and, in an event precidented only by the anithid, the fabric of existence formed itself. It rose to a height of approximately eight feet and molded itself four limbs, a torso, and a head. It examined closely its hands as if to determine their purpose and stepped up to the fallen giant, plunging its arms into the shattered flesh at elbows depth, piercing through the armor like water. Quickly then, it began pulling out chunks of flesh, metal, and blood, tossing them to the earth, where they quickly formed into shapes similar to his own.

Its work done and the behemoth disassembled, the being marched out to the walls of the council, pounding its fist against the stone before letting out an unfathomable roar which made light itself tremble. The council, hearing this commotion, looked out and saw the small creature which commanded such might. In awe of its existence, they asked of it a name and, upon hearing this art of language, it shaped its voice to accomodate.


 * 'We are what we have wrought.


 * I am Ganth, maker of Man.


 * I am Ganth, Man himself.'

Ganth spoke with the council for some time before striking with them a deal. If he should prove able to quell the anithid citadel then that land and all around it would be ceded to him.

So Ganth marched back to the rock where he had formed and found his children huddled and already shaping the dirt around them into farms and artwork. He promised them that everything aound them would serve as their holy land and then passed on into the anithid's oblivion. Silence ensued for several moments before the roar of Ganth was heard. All at once, driven by deep bellow, quintescence formed into truth and the anithid was revealed in material form as a great river. Ganth stood before it, hair blowing in the whirlwind of creation and eyes alight with the lightning that brought about the thunder. The river quickly began to roil and spray, carving swaths out of the stone in every direction. Ganth rose his hands toward the sky and commanded the beast,


 * 'Beast of unmaking, you are in a world which is no longer your own.


 * Gods will tame you and bend you to their will.


 * We are that from which we came.


 * I am Ganth, from blood of Beast.


 * I am Ganth, Beast himself.


 * Tame yourself beneath my hands and know you will never be beholden to the will of any god.


 * Fell yourself to stone and earth, that my people may build a kingdom upon your back.'

And so the river quieted, and rock settled upon its back, splitting it into a thousand parts, from surface creaks and streams, to deep underground canals. It was on this land that Sirhom was built.

Eventually the gods grew greedy, claiming that Ganth had no right to a land within a world of their creation. So Ganth rose his hands into the air once more and spoke, his voice darkening all around him,


 * 'By the power and right invested by me

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Demographics
Sirhom is home to roughly 270,000 people and is divided into 37 districs. The central district is home to the monarchy and is the center for all major political affairs and houses roughly 500 in 81 acres. The inner 18 districs house roughly 4,600 in 75 acres each. The outer 18 districts house roughly 9,300 in 75 acres each.

Twentysix
Lead detective: Malachi Pamarov