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ZHURU

Zhuru is not merely a continent but a scar across the center of Vandyrus, a land defined by fracture, memory, and the unending contest between predation and endurance. Its surface, vast and wild, is a collage of grasslands, deserts, shattered cities, tainted rivers, and haunted highlands—the living record of every cataclysm that has scoured the planet since the age before written memory. Here, the myth of civilization is always provisional. Kingdoms rise, bleed, and collapse into dust, each era layering its own ruin over the last.

The north and east are carved by the territories of Yir, a vast and ancient upland raised by forces long lost to time—mist‑shrouded plateaus and drowned forests perched impossibly high above the plains, haunted by sharp‑beaked bird clans and spirits older than any living tribe. Konara, a realm of brooding woods and forgotten shrines. Gunran, a prehistoric mire where the land sinks into warm, primordial swamp, birthing traders, raiders, and scavengers hardened by humidity, hunger, and the slow rot of the wetlands. Izhura sprawls across the wild high plains, ruled by barbarian horsefolk famed for their stamina and pride, their matron‑lords trailing veiled caravans and rumors of orgiastic feasts.

In the west, Bantos is a crossroads of riotous celebrations and tangled kin‑lines—a land where rut, barter, and blood feud set the rhythm of the seasons.

At the heart of Zhuru lies the Yorozh Basin, a wind‑flattened expanse once dreamt of as the cradle of empire, now reduced to a graveyard of grass, bone, and ambition. Here, the sun‑blasted remains of Kartonga sprawl—a land of ruins and skeletal forests watched over by wolf packs and scavenger‑birds that outlive every banner.

To the south and west, the Rakwi hills rise: deep valleys harboring clans who trust neither outsider nor kin for longer than a season, and where the old oaths are traded and broken by dusk.

Across these contested landscapes, the cervine kingdoms maintain their proud, antlered dynasties—holding their own councils and rites, colder in temperament than their equine rivals but no less driven by the lures of trade, war, and desire.

Beyond the great plain, elk and red‑deer lords brood along the forest fringes, dreaming of a day when their lineage will eclipse the horsefolk, but for now, power is ceded only as far as survival demands.

To the east, Varduun marks the dry‑rotted borderlands—parched grass and cracked land, haunted by hyena clans whose laughter is as much threat as warning. Old strongholds crumble in the sun, and every traveler is measured first by the weight of their purse, then by their nerve. This is not a land for the soft or the lucky. It is a proving ground for the desperate and the ruthless, where every promise lasts only until the next betrayal, and even the wind carries the rumor of violence.

Beyond the last fever‑swamp and the ragged edges of the southern grasslands rise the ivory kingdoms of the elephants—a living wall north of Panjar, the infamous sea‑delta. Their caravans bring ivory, gold, and wisdom to the southern courts, and their wrath—when roused—is slow, absolute, and catastrophic.

Panjar itself is a collection of bloodthirsty, disciplined sea‑kingdoms whose mastery of naval warfare and piracy holds the rest of Zhuru hostage. Here, violence is calculated, never random; raids are planned, vengeance is codified, and the line between commerce and war is thinner than a razor. Panjari fleets sweep the Panjarian Ocean and straits, controlling trade, collecting tribute, and launching campaigns that keep the continent’s softer interiors in check. Their discipline is legendary; their cruelty, a point of pride. And to the far south, across the restless water, the jungles and hidden strongholds of Djandar glimmer—sometimes as an ally, more often as a lurking threat, their power never spoken of lightly by any who traffic along the coast.

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REGIONS OF ZHURU

Scrolls, Journals & Essays exploring the Regions within of the Realms of Zhuru.

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