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As well as the usual range of species languages, there's also Old Mahastani, a precursor of Common that was spoken in these parts long ago; Myanic, which is spoken by the traders across the sea to the West, and Pilatan, the language of the humans and half-elves who live in the mountains to the northeast. | As well as the usual range of species languages, there's also Old Mahastani, a precursor of Common that was spoken in these parts long ago; Myanic, which is spoken by the traders across the sea to the West, and Pilatan, the language of the humans and half-elves who live in the mountains to the northeast. | ||
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NB: I'm not using the Known World setting for this, but I'm happy to take 'Karameikos' as a reference to a broadly Byzantine nation - such a thing exists, to the west of Myan-of-the-Myriad-Merchants. | NB: I'm not using the Known World setting for this, but I'm happy to take 'Karameikos' as a reference to a broadly Byzantine nation - such a thing exists, to the west of Myan-of-the-Myriad-Merchants. | ||
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Chandrabad, the City of the Moon! Glorious crossroads of northern Mahastan! Where the wide and silty River Tyeng winds down to the sea from its source in high and distant Pilata, welcoming merchants from Myan in the West to the shores of this, the greatest of all lands. Where a thousand temples praise a million gods, and a thousand lords pay tribute to the acumen of the Great Nawab. Where all things may be bought and sold, so they say, from legends to miracles - | Chandrabad, the City of the Moon! Glorious crossroads of northern Mahastan! Where the wide and silty River Tyeng winds down to the sea from its source in high and distant Pilata, welcoming merchants from Myan in the West to the shores of this, the greatest of all lands. Where a thousand temples praise a million gods, and a thousand lords pay tribute to the acumen of the Great Nawab. Where all things may be bought and sold, so they say, from legends to miracles - | ||
