Blood in the River
When Choral the Conqueror began his bloody conquest in 4499, certain families of the Aldori swordlords fled south into the River Kingdoms and watched their homeland burn. They thought they were in the vanguard of their people. Instead, they were first in flight, as many of their compatriots remained behind to fight the invaders. Though 200 years have passed, the Aldori of Mivon still worry at the memory of their ignominious retreat, and rather than admit the cowardice of their ancestors, have turned the existence of Brevoy itself into an insult to their honor. “Coward” and “Brevoy bird” have become among the gravest insults one can bestow on the Mivoni Aldori, and those who lived here before the exodus have picked it up as well.
Mivon Magic Items
It was to Mivon (pronounced mih-VON) that many of the Aldori swordlords fled after Choral the Conquerer overthrew the nation of Rostland to create modern day Brevoy. In the 200 years since, they have turned the River Kingdom of Mivon into a place where one’s fortunes rise and fall based on the outcome of duels. Anyone between the ages of 16 and 60 may duel and the rules are fairly straightforward. Governmental positions are won through duels, although only Aldori are allowed in these competitions.
Mivon has no unified army. Each Aldori House fields its own militia, swearing fealty to their lords rather than to the state. Houses compete over the right to provide security and what ought to be peaceful transfers of such duties sometimes end in blood. The nine great Aldori Houses are: Blodsteig, Harcourt, Krale, Larlander, Medranti, Rahl, Silbane, Turmolt and Wyvernquill.
Many swordlords settled in Mivon bringing with them the experience and knowledge of the ancient art of the swordlords. Warriors from as far as way Garund make pilgrimages to Mivon to learn the secrets of the swordlords, in order to do this the applicant must best a series of increasingly tough duels.
The city also has a large fishing industry that specializes in catching eels in the pools surrounding the city. It is said that due to the violent nature of the city many of the eels have tasted human flesh. Certainly, the swordlord Raston Selline, who rules the city under a guise of gentility but with a network of informers second to none, is sometimes seen walking out into the marshes with some petty miscreant or annoying adventurer and returning accompanied only by his faithful guards. The phrase “a walk to the fishponds” has a very sinister meaning as the person normally does not return.