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  The Race
  Every year a race takes place from the north to the south of Obrexia. Over the course of several weeks, dozens of competitors go from Atoria Hold to Wolfpine on stilts.

  This is an Obrex tradition, that is thought to have originally represented the Obrex migration to the peninsula. It goes back to the first Obrex in Obrexia. However, nowadays there are also Daoine competitors, although to a lesser degree.

  Competitors will start the journey on the day of the spring equinox. When the competitors pass a village, it is usually during its local spring festivities. Children and adults will line the streets to welcome them into the town, and often times food will be handed out from balconies and windows. Some competitors will decide to join in on the festivities for a while, and some locals may decide to join the race, but they won't be able to win if they haven't completed the whole journey.

  Once they reach Wolfpine, it is tradition run into the sea and see who can get the furthest without getting their feet wet. The winner of the race gets given a wreath to carry back to their village, where it is usually hanged on the tallest building.

  The Stilts
  In the early days of this tradition, the stilts were handheld, but nowadays they tend to attach to the foot and right below the knee. When walking with the stills, they will carry a long cane which they can use to stabilise themselves, move objects down below, or remain still while standing.

  The stilts are usually made of a strong wood with few knots, like oak or ash. Short poems are carved into the sides and coloured cloth is placed right under where the feet are held.

  The competition is open to everyone, and the atmosphere is very relaxed, if you ever find yourself in Obrexia during spring, give it a try, you might even reach the gates of the first town.

• Tales from Obrexia
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  Previous Part: https://forums.candarion.com/topic/1315/merchant-wars-vol-4-4sc

  Around a year after the end of Ajaxin’s story, Hawkson sat on the terrace of his manor, enjoying a quiet garden lunch with Lady Evaline. They were currently sitting in comfortable silence, a lull in the conversation bringing it about naturally. Evaline was savoring one of her own wines, the bottle brought as a gift for the lunch. Both Hawkson and Evaline went to talk at the same time, before both giving a light chuckle. Evaline then gestured for Hawkson to go first, who gladly took the opportunity.

  “I have enjoyed our time this past year, Eva. The land has flourished in the absence of the Merchant Lords who were doing their best to strangle trade. I will miss these lunches…” He tapered off with a sad smile, Evaline giving one in turn.

  “I will as well, darling, but it is for the best if you found a match among someone of the higher classes, maybe a higher noble, or even two!” The last bit was said in a teasing manner, and Hawkson stammered for a bit, before clearing his throat.

  “There will always be room for you in my life, Evaline, even if you turn down my proposal. Enough of that, how goes your business?” He was trying to shift the topic away, not wanting to press the issue.

  Evaline gave a smile at the awkward change in course, but she indulged him, saying “It goes well. The Darley Wine Company is expanding across the known world, even if not many realms are open to us now, which will hopefully change in time. I have heard ideas of a small group trekking towards the northern oceans, past the great mesa, maybe the Wine will be known there eventually as well.”

  They continued talking for a time, whiling away the time. Obrexia was at peace, for now. The merchants quelled, it was time to turn to bigger tasks, dealing with the nobility was still underway, though they were largely playing as nobles will, thinking that nothing can happen to them because of the name that they carry. Hawkson would shake them up as well, maybe not going quite as far as he did against some of the Merchant Lords because there were much better ways to get them in line, or out of the way.

• Settlements
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  Name: Sean Ostan
  Estimated Population: 50
  Location: East of Riverwatch
  Significant Details: Was originally just one inn that sprung up for travelers between the settlements surrounding the Artaire forest. It was shorter route between Riverwatch, Baile Lachan and Vunkuldir and a way to avoid the mountains when traveling from D'Or. Eventually the area started to be farmed and the hamlet even had a blacksmith at one point, before it burned down. The native population is low but the tavern in the inn is often full with laughter, ale and people stopping for the night.
  Overview:
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  Builds finished and furnished: ~6
  Who built this: Uavi

• Diplomacy
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  @bryson3842

  To the Monsieur le Fils d’Oiseau, Sovereign of the Northern Coast and Valued Ally:

  I am glad to hear this news, and allow me to express my gratitude for your generous gift. I shall take this opportunity as well to reaffirm your desires for our relations; it is my hope to be as agreeable to you and your people as, it seems, my father was. If you ever find yourself passing through Martoise, I hope you will visit my estate, that we may meet in person and not merely through the exchange of words on a page.

  As you seem to be assembling quite a coalition of nations for our common task, I believe it would be prudent to hold a diplomatic summit, by means of which we all may speak in person and discuss our tactical and diplomatic strategy. If you think this would be wise, I urge you to invite all participants to a suitable meeting ground of your choice.

  May this letter find you in good health and glad spirits. May the light of Ántou shine eternally on the lands of the Obrex.

  Jean-Pierre Challant, le Comte du Martoise

  Postscript: As for your clergy, they are welcome in our lands, but I must advise them to refrain from public displays of worship -- lest they seek to be hung as heretics by an incensed mob.