Editing Diners of Amber (section)

==='''Twilight'''===

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''If this place is supposed to be a secret why is it in the deck?''

First off, the name of this world refers to the fact that its globe is positioned in its solar system in such a way that the landmasses are always just out of direct sunlight.  There is a single landmass that ring's the planets northern hemisphere. The Northern Polar region is a giant sea that never gets direct sunlight.  The southern pole is never in darkness and tends to boil at the very bottom.  Only a couple isolated islands dot the entire southern half of this planet. And the bottom edge of the land ring, just over the Earth/Urth's Tropic of Cancer, is a gigantic mountain range, with spotty narrow beaches dotted with fishing villages.  

Its as if all the landmasses south of the Tropic of Cancer, were shoved up and piled on the lower edge of the ring to create a massive mountain range, with peaks in the 30,000' range and  several narrow passages that, Kyber Pass like, reach the interior and never go about 1000' above sea level.  The rich and vibrant lands north of the South Ring Mountains never quite get full sunlight. However there is some function that pushes water up to the tops of these mountains and creates thousands and thousands of rivers and streams and creeks that weave and cross and pool and puddle till they seep out into rich rocky garden lands and stream into the Round Sea at the top of their world.

Lastly about the Southern Beach.  It is dotted with small but efficient fishing villages specializing in whatever water fare is available.  Yet something about this worlds southern hemisphere causes the water to cycle around the planet rather then causing waves to crash on the beach.  This means the beaches tend to be rocky, pebbles, and a small amount of sand.  Tales tell of once a century storms where the waters change direction and toss hundreds of feet worth of sand against the South face of the Mountain Ring.  When the storm comes the villages break down what they can and they flee into the interior.  Afterwards they, and large numbers of the interior populace come out to reestablish the fishing communities.  A strangely communal project for a people that are mostly isolated.   

Also, to add a bit more strangeness to this clearly broken world, the plants grow fast.  Similar species of plants from this world grow four times as fast.  Crops, such as they are grow really fast. The people of this world eat well.  

Thats enough of the topography of the place.  

There are no nations on this world.  No great cities. There are perhaps a dozen places one could call cities but they are pretty spread out.  Imagine an area the size of the Los Angeles metropolitan area with 200,000 people spread out in little enclaves of less then 5000 people.  But since they are all in a vale or region that allows them some type of interaction they call themselves a great city.  There are 50 million people on this world and except for the dozen major regions, few of the villages or hamlets has more then 5000 people.   

There seems to be enough distance between the villages that most people in this world know the names of no more then a few dozen other villages.  Maybe only 5 or 6 of the great regions.

But they all know the Seer of Song, my sister Evelyn.  They all know the Harpist of Twilight, Evelyn's daughter Grace.

My travels here, and my meetings with these two, are not the topic of public conversation.

''Next Card, Please.''