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Amazonia
“In Amazonia, the war is older than memory, and peace is treated as a dangerous fantasy.”
Amazonia is a kingdom forged not by triumph, but by survival through endless war. Once the verdant heart of the old world, its interior has been ground into ruin by centuries of artillery, shard-fueled engines, and attrition without victory. Blue banners still fly above its fortresses and regimental lines, but they do so over a land where the soil remembers every battle ever fought upon it.
For over four hundred years, Amazonia has been locked in unbroken conflict with its eastern rival, Cordoba. What began as a war of borders became a war of identity, then a war of habit. Generations have lived and died without knowing peace, and the kingdom has reshaped itself accordingly. In Amazonia, war is not a crisis. It is governance, economy, and culture all at once.
To live in Amazonia is to accept that the war will outlast you. Children learn to identify artillery by sound. Markets rise and fall with supply lines. Mourning clothes are as common as wedding finery.
Yet amid the ruin, life persists. Soldiers carve talismans from shell casings. Civilians celebrate festivals between bombardments. Refugees rebuild homes knowing they may soon flee again. Amazonia endures not because it hopes for peace, but because it no longer remembers how to expect it. The war may never end. But as long as the blue banners still fly, Amazonia refuses to fall.
The Kingdom at War
Amazonia is a hereditary monarchy in name, but in practice it is a militarized state sustained by necessity. The crown endures through shifting generals, collapsing fronts, and hollowed treasuries, upheld by the belief that surrender would mean annihilation. The royal court maintains pageantry and law, yet real power flows through logistics, officer corps, and contracts signed in blood rather than ink.
Its capital, Petrolina, stands upon the shores of the vast Suriname Bay, overlooking waters that swallowed the old Amazon basin long ago. From its docks depart airships, troop convoys, and mercenary companies bound for ever-changing fronts. Though grand in appearance, the city is burdened by debt, rationing, and political factions that profit from prolonging the war they publicly decry.
Amazonian regiments are marked by their deep blue coats and rigid discipline. Conscription is common, desertion harshly punished, and veteran status carries more weight than noble lineage. To serve is expected. To survive long enough to retire is rare.
A Land Scarred Beyond Healing
The interior of Amazonia is a wasteland of trenches, shattered cities, and fields where nothing grows but rust and bone. Rivers run black with industrial runoff and old alchemical residue. Forests that once stretched unbroken have been erased, replaced by shell craters and barbed wire that no one remembers placing.
At the center of the kingdom lies Lake Amazon, a vast drowned basin whose green-black waters conceal the ruins of old cities and forgotten war machines. Salvagers risk mutation and madness diving its depths, but the Shardisite-fueled relics recovered there continue to feed the war effort on both sides.
Only along the northern and eastern coasts does life persist in any recognizable form. Even there, air raid sirens are a familiar sound, and fortifications loom over harbors like permanent scars.
Places of Note
| Location | Summary |
|---|---|
| Petrolina | Capital of Amazonia, a grand port city overlooking Suriname Bay. Its docks teem with mercenaries, supply ships, and airships bound for the front. Behind its banners and parades lies a treasury strained by centuries of war debt. |
| Corado | A half-drowned city rebuilt along the canals of Lake Amazon. Scavengers and divers harvest relics from submerged ruins, selling their finds to whichever faction pays most. |
| Manticore | A fortified interior settlement ruled by mercenary captains rather than crown or cause. Its allegiance shifts with the highest bidder, and its cannons face inward as often as outward. |
| Caracas | A northern coastal city where green still clings to the land. Swollen with refugees and black-market trade, it offers fragile respite from the front lines. |
| The Blue Trenches | A vast, unnamed network of fortifications reclaimed and lost countless times. Entire regiments have vanished here without record, leaving only uniforms and echoes. |
Wonders and Horrors
Amazonia’s legacy is written in wreckage and ghosts.
- Airship Gravefields: The skies above the kingdom are littered with shattered hulls and drifting debris. Scavengers pick through crash sites while mutated creatures nest among the wreckage.
- Ghost Regiments: Silent formations of soldiers in faded blue are said to march the wastes at dusk. Some believe they are echoes of a massacre. Others claim they are all the voices of this tragic war refusing to let go.
- Forgotten War Engines: Shard-powered constructs lie buried beneath old battlefields. When disturbed, some awaken, knowing only the imperative of their last command.
- The Smuggler Roads: Hidden routes through mountains and along coasts keep the kingdom alive. Control of these paths can shift entire fronts, or doom cities overnight.