The Island

There isn’t a lion alive who remembers how the habitable islands came to be, or as they once were. The ancient names lost to time, many a nation vanished and resource depleted. When the first lions were crowned in the times of yore, the proud peoples of the Kin nothing if not gave first precedence to conquest and gains, paying preservation of world art and culture little to no heed at all. Wandering through these islands, one shall discover only insignificant vestiges of a forgotten past, mingled delightfully with grand innovations of the present. Overby the Town densely populated by the ordinary folk is the Castle from which a King rules his subjects, – never relenting, always resolute. The people flourish, so long as the King is generous and just in his decisions. Lions live and work, watched over by the silent statues of their rulers whose names they know from birth and likeness revere.

Forming the island are the massive mining plants commonly set up wherever possible, as the resources and energy mined make it so the nation survives and persists against all odds. The more prolific the mines, the more prosperous the living, – or so say the townsfolk, showing dedication to work together towards a brighter future.

Once the resources are properly harvested, they are transported to the Forge beyond the borders of the town. There, the lion warriors seek out rare and powerful items created by most renowned master smiths. Utterly respected by the Kin, it is a place of hard labour, taming and folding minerals, honing artefacts.

The outskirts are occupied by unique battlegrounds aptly titled the Starfall. It is a one-of-a-kind invention, an augmented arena for the knights and the warlords of the Kin to battle and assert dominance over others virtually safely for the outside world, so as to prevent the might of the warriors from proving too much to handle once again. Highly bellicose and daring, the lions are far from ignorant, and therefore understand the importance of isolating the fire lest it spreads across the world.

In the heart of the island is the Orb – a massive radiant crystal. The Orb generates power that beggars the imagination for both the local population to use reliably and maintaining the island securely hovering in space.

Akin to the mythical Olympus, the Celestial Council mounts the highest peak of the island, overlooking the bustling life of the inhabitants. There is no other placement that so benefits the regal interests – intimidating and awe-inspiring, eternally watching over the Kin. Once in a lifetime experience, the Celestial Council is summoned when the King deems himself worthy of the ascension to the King of Kings title.