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Nova Lianaris

Nova Lianaris

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Rocky, Greenery, Flatlands
Katzii
Central Core
C
175M
Slightly Diverse
Highly Diverse
Democratic
Active. 100% efficiency

L a n d s c a p e

Azira Village
Zuma Village
Perla Village
Small Waterfall

Azira Village

Zuma Village

Perla Village

Small Waterfall

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Nova Lianaris

A b o u t

Nova Lianaris, a nation pressed against the cold breath of the Nexus itself. Its skies are often described as restless, its horizons bending in ways that unsettle travellers.


The Maganda People ( the main inhabitants of Nova Lianaris ) trace their origins to ancient Lianaris, a fertile and radiant land that once flourished far from the Nexus’ influence. Lianaris was not merely a territory but a living partner to its people. The Maganda lived as hunter-gatherers of rare sophistication, shaping villages that seemed grown rather than built, timber and stone following the language of rivers, canopies, and wind. Their culture prized balance over expansion, memory over conquest, and stewardship over dominion.


That harmony shattered during the Fourth Era, when the Radamis Empire turned its gaze toward Lianaris. The invasion was swift, methodical, and merciless. Imperial forces stripped the land of its resources, burned settlements to deny resistance, and slaughtered vast portions of the population. What remained of Lianaris was poisoned soil and broken coastlines. In time, the ruined homeland became known as Qura Island, a name spoken with grief among the Maganda, and with triumph in Radamis chronicles.


The survivors fled in fragments. Families were separated, oral histories fractured, and entire lineages vanished into exile. Many believed the Maganda would fade entirely from Anarkand, another people erased by imperial ambition. Yet the Marakai intervened. Acting through covert networks and long-range reconnaissance, Marakai operatives located Maganda enclaves scattered across hostile territories. What followed has since entered legend: a quiet evacuation conducted across cycles, avoiding Radamis detection, guiding the survivors northward toward an uncharted land agonisingly close to the Nexus.


That land would become Nova Lianaris.

Settlement near the Nexus was considered folly by most Anarkand powers. Reality there was unstable, time and distance behaving like suggestions rather than laws. But to the Maganda, the region offered something priceless: obscurity. Radamis fleets would not follow so close to the Nexus, nor would most nations risk permanent habitation. With Marakai assistance, the Maganda established their new homeland and named it Nova Lianaris, not as a replacement, but as a vow that the memory of Lianaris would not die.


The early eras of Nova Lianaris were defined by endurance. The Maganda rebuilt using ancestral knowledge adapted to a dangerous environment. Structures were grown into the land, anchored against shifting terrain and Nexus anomalies. Crops were selectively bred to survive temporal irregularities.


As the nation stabilised, Nova Lianaris developed a distinct identity. While remaining deeply nature-aligned, its proximity to the Nexus forced advances in science, navigation, and anomaly containment. The Maganda became renowned Nexus observers, their scholars mapping fluctuations and warning other nations of impending disturbances. This knowledge made Nova Lianaris strategically invaluable, even as it remained politically reserved.


Relations with Marrakis and the Marakai remain strong, founded on debt, trust, and shared history. Nova Lianaris has never forgotten who led them out of extinction. However, the nation resists formal military alignment, wary of becoming a target once more. Their stance toward the Radamis Empire is one of absolute refusal. No treaties, no recognition, no forgiveness. Qura Island remains a scar that defines their worldview.

In the present era, Nova Lianaris is a quiet power. Its cities are few but breathtaking, woven into forests that glow faintly under Nexus-touched skies. Its people are resilient, introspective, and fiercely protective of their sovereignty.

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