“There are two worlds, one for the sun and one for the moon.”
Fwooomp. The sound of Icaron’s arrow cutting through the leaves of the Mawari jungles may be the last thing you hear. Especially if you’re an Avian.
There are few places in the Jacabarat continent that are not yet under the talons of the Avian expansion, but in the densest parts of the jungle the last Noctilian tribes keep the heartbeat of freedom alive.
Living under the rule of the feathered kings changed the Noctilians' ways forever. Forced to live under the light of the sun, their eyesight weakened and their food is scarcer, just some of the many ways they have been kept under control. But as certain as water flows to the sea and the sun sets every night, so does the Noctilian spirit live. Inevitable, on the tip of an arrow.
But as the sun rises in Jacabarat, Galiris welcomes the darkness of night where the true-south Noctilians rise. The smell of spiced tea fills the air as the last sun rays disappear, and the streets of Montebok bustle with the opening of the moonlight market. This is the home of the alliance, and since its establishment both the Orchadians and Noctilians have experienced an age of growth and enlightenment. Philosophy. Architecture. Magic. If you’re a scholar or engineer, you will be destined for Galiris, seduced by its promises.
“In Montebok even the beggars are academics.”
If you have been paying attention you will have seen the Noctilians before.
A murderous aura emanates from the mysterious Coran - we first talked about him here.
If it crawls, stings or scuttles Prof Baty Y. Brimble knows about it - You can see more about him and the other explorers here.
In the first story written set in the world of Obalan, we visited the Noctilian island of Topuat in “The memoir of Captain Enlizo Crask” - You can read about it here.
If you are browsing through all of the different people of Obalan you can use the links below to navigate.
To you, from the home of magic.
Marco D Blanco.