Silutika

Southsley

Lower Southsley

Westley

Eastley

Hellsley

The Railway

Phantom Peak

Phantom Peak can be quite treacherous if you're not familiar with it. It is home to sturdy giants, proud griffons, and a strong goliath tribe, the Valu-Nukate. Living on the mountain as well are wildlife such as elk, rams, foxes, bears, and even mountain lions. However, despite all the creatures that populate the mountain during the day, at night is when creatures from another plane tend to run free, and restless spirits roam once more. On quarter moons, when a fog thick enough to cut with a sword claims the mountain, mysterious figures can be seen moving around inside. Perhaps some would be helpful...but not many are willing to take that risk.

Saltstone

Population: 30,000. 70% Dwarves, 20% Humans, 5% Elves, 3% Yuan-ti, 2% Other
Government: Monarchy

A long established port kingdom, and one of the busiest trade hubs in all of Nachnite. Ships from near and far come through every day with countless goods.

The architecture is all carved from stone and is mostly of dwarven make, with influences of the other races found dotted about its cobbled streets. Buildings are tall, narrow and tightly placed together.

The King’s keep is the highest point in the city and can be spotted from nearly anywhere, and the mines run deep within the mountains the city is built on. Their main exports are precious metals, gemstones, clay, and pottery.

Naal Drukat

Current Population: Unknown number of Fiends, Demons, Devils, and assorted Hellspawn,
(Previously at peak of civilization: 20,000. 80% Dwarves, 18% Halflings, %2 Other)

Ruins of a once great and prospering dwarven stronghold. Now overgrown by nature, and overrun by hellish fiery beasts that were unleashed when the dwarves dug too deep.

Government and Social Structure:

The same settlers that had established the town were still in power when the city fell, given how long-lived their species are. There WAS an election being held when everything went tits up - political years man, always the worst! The settlers were so ready to retire, and now they ded.
Each leader was head of a guild, and the citizens all fell under a specific guild:

1. Builders

2. Blacksmiths

3. Mages

4. Artisans

5. Hunters

6. Warriors

7. Farmers

8. Culinary

Most stuck to a specialty and focused on it, but jacks-of-all-trades were not uncommon!

Rise and Fall:

A band of settlers (five dwarves, a elf, and two dragonborn) had set out to to find new prospects, through treacherous mountain and winding river, they found the perfect spot. It was rich in ore, stone, and clay. It started out as all settlements do, small, humble, ramshackled. But these settlers all came from various craftsmen's backgrounds, being some of the top in their respective guilds. Little by little the settlement grew, and they brought in more workers from other guilds and neighboring towns. The original settlers took role as the town heads as things pressed forward, moved in their families, and the other workers of course brought theirs and so on, until it became the bustling city it was known as in its peak.

The city had a lot of prosperity, and had entered what was called the 'golden age' as the miners guild had found deposits of gold, mithril, and other rare minerals and gems deep down under the mountains. This of course was very exciting, and a lot of the focus of the city turned to the mines. Everyone made profit in one way or another, the blacksmiths built more tools for digging, the builders built scaffolding, the culinary guilds brewed and baked for the hungry workers, the farmers and hunters ensured there was plentiful bounty to cook, the artisans made the pottery of which to feast off of, and could reap the rewards of the miner's labours and craft jewelry and art with all kinds of stunning materials.

All was well until they reached a massive vein of something they'd never seen before - an ore they would come to call 'Fablyx' [Pronounced like: Fable-icks]

It was worked with in a similar fashion to mithril. It needed dragon's fire to smelt, it held enchantments well, but it was jet black with an oil and onyx sheen rather than the glimmering pale hue of mithril.

The more they dug, the more they found as if a layer of the earth under the mountain was made from it. The thinner the layer got though, the more heat began to emanate from it.

There were warnings to stop digging, to take precaution and test, try to understand what was happening.

But of course greed got in the way as it always does, and the cycle of 'dwarves dug too deep' rung true once more. As the hit of a pickaxe broke through the heated fablyx layer, it caused an eruption, an explosion of pressure as that small hole split into a massive fissure, swallowing up whoever had the unfortunate luck of losing their footing and falling in.

The fissure glowed red hot, the fablyx layer had been a seal that had held a portal to the hells closed. Now with it wide open, demons and felbeasts crawled out freely and in wave after wave of fire, brimstone, and blood, they took the city by surprise. Many fought and many fell that night, but not all, there were some survivors yet. Displaced, and left to their own devices to start over and carve new, lonely paths for themselves.

Mori-Tavar

Small village of wood elf hidden deep in a forest. Atone used to live there until the village grew too afraid of him and chased him out. The village is pretty isolated from outside entirely surviving on it's own like typical village elf and so doesn't trust outsider easily.

Lochshire

A small fishing village near the water's edge, the people were once wary of strange-looking travelers. But over time, they've gotten used to and accepted Ginsei as a part of their village, even though he doesn't live in the village with them. They welcome Beacon travelers with open arms and are more than willing to give directions and trade with just about anyone who comes through

Oldport

Captain Redbelly's childhood home, it was once a bustling trading port, but after a falling out amongst the higher ups, and a curse cast upon the surrounding town, true ghost ships set upon the shores, laying siege to the place. It's now a rotted out shell of what it once was, a proper ghost town if there ever was one. The only residents there now are undead ones.

Xesta

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Underlight

Population: 3,000. 40% Drow, 30% Duergar, 20% Deep Gnomes, 5% Goblins, 3% Bugbears & Hobgoblins, 2% Other

Government: Houses

A city fashioned out of various metals and stone, the main epicentre of it sits under an artificial sun. A massive deposit of amber that was excavated about halfway out of the rock, and supported with an ornate iron cage to further help keep it in place.

The giant mass was enchanted with a nearly everlasting light spell by a powerful wizard, who has since passed on, but left the spell in the hands of their very capable assistant, and so on and so on for a couple generations now. The spell hasn’t been needed yet but in the event the light ever begins to dim, it’s at hand to recast.

The city and surrounding area sits in a large cavern, surrounded by a subterranean lake, the light from the large amber casts enough that a full ecosystem has taken root. Creatures brought down from the surface have been able to thrive, and evolve into unique subspecies that are now found nowhere else in Silutika.