Kenagir society is not as technologically advance as this world. No computers, no TV’s, no cars; nothing that has been created within the last several hundred years. In fact, if I was to have to compare Kenagir society to anything this world has ever seen I would say it was somewhat akin to ancient Japanese culture.

Their buildings are all about aesthetic beauty; their clothes are finely woven by hand in rich, vibrant colors; they wear large amounts of finely crated jewelry; the more they wear, the richer they are. The women’s hair is always elaborately styled; the food is always freshly cooked even by the street vendors; there are great walled gardens; man made waterfalls; buildings made of gold, shining like the sun and reaching up into the sky, so tall they must be able to touch the gods.

Jobs are many and varied. Herders, crafters and soldiers are the three main subsets. Herders guard the livestock obviously, anything from the cows used for milk and food, to the herds of tough, hardy horses used as transport. Crafters make everything; they are the chefs, the jewelers, the spinners and weavers. They are the tattoo artists, the piercers, the gem cutters, the mural painters. Many people say it is these people who are the driving force behind the beauty of Kenagir. And then there are the soldiers. These are the men and women who have signed up to protect the land they love; they are loyal to either Saili or Emperor Damien. No soldier can be neutral. He fights for a cause he believes in, and for something he believes is worth fighting for.

There is, of course, the darker side to Kenagir; gangs, dealers of the naturally grown drug Tafis, slaves in the houses of the rich, children abandoned to the streets. Kenagir is not perfect, no matter how much they would like to think so. Punishments are harsh, and swiftly dealt. There are assassins for hire on every street corner.

In the land of Kenagir, there is not an opportunity to relax, not even for a moment. Who knows what is round the next corner?