The Night Court · Warrior Country
Illyria
“Cold stone and colder custom — where snow, brutality and old loyalty are bred into the bone.”
The Illyrian Mountains and Steppes
The Night Court's harsh, mountainous warrior-territory — the forge that turns out Prythian's aerial legions.
Windswept steppes, snow-locked peaks, war-camps scattered between. Ruled in name by the High Lord, held in practice by entrenched war-lords and their old cruel customs. It made Rhys, Cassian and Azriel. It also did everything it could to break them first.
At a Glance
The Land of the Illyrians
The High Country
A constellation of war-camps
Not a town, not a castle — a whole high country in the Night Court's north-western reaches. Windswept steppes, steep valleys, isolated plateaus, snow-locked peaks. Scattered across the Illyrian Mountains and Steppes are war-camps like Windhaven and Ironcrest, where the warrior caste lives, breeds and trains. At its heart, Ramiel: the sacred black-stoned peak, the holy mountain of the Night Court.
The Forge
Cold, joyless and brutal by design
This is the forge that produces the Night Court's aerial legions, and the birthplace of Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel. Cold and joyless and brutal on purpose — a place of suffering, most of all for its women and for the bastard-born thrown into the snow at birth. Rich with tradition, and the tradition cuts to the bone. Three of the people we love most came out of here. We never forget what it cost them.
Old Customs
Ruled in name, held in practice
Governed in name by Rhysand as High Lord. Run day to day by entrenched war-lords like Devlon of Windhaven, who cling to the old cruel customs — wing-clipping, bastard-exposure — that Rhys has forbidden and still can't fully stamp out. He rules it and the brutality endures beneath him anyway. We're still furious about it. So is he.
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