Enchanted Gate

In the hottest part of the empire the red storm. The riders and the vigilant of the Celisvaron empire. The people live in the middle of the desert ruled by the house Baliente. The sword maker and the stronghold of anti venom. The dark and tan skin of a pure blooded Baliente- a beauty in the middle of nowhere.They are the best sword maker on the empire- muscular build for men and women. Their ancestors chose to dwell on the sand storm not because of danger it brings but the protection it gives. 

The territory of Baliente is called the red market. The place that never sleeps- it attracts merchant and adventurers for the high quality goods they offer. In the middle of the dessert it was recognized as the greatest civilization on the empire. The flow of the market is personally handle by the head of the stronghold. The bravest warriors of the empire are trained on the deadliest weather within the territory- the bloodiest selection of man power on the empire.

The current family's heir is their biggest weapon their trying to hide. Beneath the sands these household holds the power. The Baliente is considered as the black sheep by the imperial family. A stronghold they can't mess with and a house they can't control. The Baliente holds a power and they wield it with confidence without fear of the imperial blood line. A stronghold of a black scorpion with deadly venom.

While in the farthest north of Celisvaron the ice castle of Ebientyn stands. From the hottest weather to the coldest weather- found the territory of the fairest human alive. The extremist people that survive in a place where time seems to be slowing. They protect the varier in the north. Polics is not present in the territory. They are mysterious to the people of the empire. No one knows their story and origin. The ice dwellers- they spend eight months of ice cold weather, at least two to three months of sunlight and one month of total darkness.

The feature of the pure blooded Ebientyn- hair white as snow so thus their eye lashes, and eyebrows. A cold gaze of ice as beautiful as the night sky. As sharp as blade and as beautiful as Lenten rose's. The master of illusion and deception. The stronghold the empire tried to forget it's existence. The unwavering snow storm of the north.

Their existence is a threat to the current royal blood line. Their kinds has once tried to conquer the throne but then lost interest and choose to live in seclusion.