The war is over, there was never a Corypheus, the Venatori never managed a foothold and were extinguished without drama; Riftwatch, too, never had a reason to exist, but its members were united by a drive for technological development and philosophical enlightenment. Circles of Magi are treated like universities, Templars exist only in the Tevene sense as informal buffers against magical mishap, and slavery in the north is conspicuously absent (though what has replaced it is not entirely clear).
Eluvians still exist, supplemented now by gilded vehicles, powered by magic if reminiscent of those found in the home world of Tony Stark and Stephen Strange. Travel has never been easier, food has never tasted better, and financial inequality has been all but eradicated, enabling every living person to live however they please in a paradise of technology. All the way down to Ferelden, the world is a place of beauty and convenience, shining cities brimming with unfathomable delights and proud, happy citizens.
House Artemaeus is but one touchstone in this age of enlightenment, a decadent manor floating over the Nocen Sea and never empty of visitors. Within, a sprawling gallery of the latest developments in art, fashion, technology, and architectural design from all across the world, curated by the svelte, canny, and internationally respected Benedict Artemaeus.
Accompanied always by an entourage of artists and thinkers, Artemaeus has given over his Senate seat-- yes, his-- to a small conclave of worthy minds, allowing him to spend his days attending to the gallery and other philanthropic efforts around Minrathous. Notably, also sharing residence in the home are Calpurnia and Aurelius Artemaeus, the curator's doting and generous parents who, much to his chagrin, can never seem to keep quiet about how proud they are of him. In one of the many guest wings of the house also resides a seemingly unrelated family, the only occasionally visible member of whom is a sweet-faced and beautifully dressed woman in her 40's. Guests, especially those from the not-Riftwatch days, are greeted at the manor with a hero's welcome and unilaterally fed, boarded, and shown the sights of Renaissance Minrathous.
As the dream begins to turn, the world begins to break down: any technology powered by magic fails intermittently, including that holding the manor aloft, and a foul-smelling, grimy smog begins to seep into the setting, poisoning the color and flavor of all the world's luxuries. A general sense of unease overtakes the populace, and violence begins to erupt as resources grow thinner.
Benedict Artemaeus | Thedas Resplendent
Eluvians still exist, supplemented now by gilded vehicles, powered by magic if reminiscent of those found in the home world of Tony Stark and Stephen Strange. Travel has never been easier, food has never tasted better, and financial inequality has been all but eradicated, enabling every living person to live however they please in a paradise of technology. All the way down to Ferelden, the world is a place of beauty and convenience, shining cities brimming with unfathomable delights and proud, happy citizens.
House Artemaeus is but one touchstone in this age of enlightenment, a decadent manor floating over the Nocen Sea and never empty of visitors. Within, a sprawling gallery of the latest developments in art, fashion, technology, and architectural design from all across the world, curated by the svelte, canny, and internationally respected Benedict Artemaeus.
Accompanied always by an entourage of artists and thinkers, Artemaeus has given over his Senate seat-- yes, his-- to a small conclave of worthy minds, allowing him to spend his days attending to the gallery and other philanthropic efforts around Minrathous. Notably, also sharing residence in the home are Calpurnia and Aurelius Artemaeus, the curator's doting and generous parents who, much to his chagrin, can never seem to keep quiet about how proud they are of him. In one of the many guest wings of the house also resides a seemingly unrelated family, the only occasionally visible member of whom is a sweet-faced and beautifully dressed woman in her 40's.
Guests, especially those from the not-Riftwatch days, are greeted at the manor with a hero's welcome and unilaterally fed, boarded, and shown the sights of Renaissance Minrathous.
As the dream begins to turn, the world begins to break down: any technology powered by magic fails intermittently, including that holding the manor aloft, and a foul-smelling, grimy smog begins to seep into the setting, poisoning the color and flavor of all the world's luxuries. A general sense of unease overtakes the populace, and violence begins to erupt as resources grow thinner.