Restov

 Restov is a cultural center and a crossroads of trade, bordering Iobaria, River Kingdoms, the Shrike River, and the Stolen Lands.

It is here where many of the scattered remnants of the Aldori Swordlords fled after their defeat by Choral the Conqueror 300 years ago at the Valley of Fire. Their descendants were nevertheless allowed to rule in the city as long as it pledged itself under Brevoy's flag. As the birthplace of the Aldori dueling style, the city boasts several Aldori and Taldan dueling schools, which has led to the city being a favored place for young nobles to practice dueling championships. Most prominent among them is the Aldori Academy, widely regarded as the region's finest war college.

Although Restov is called a Free City, its Lord Mayor Sellemius and his council of Swordlords must still obey dictates from Brevoy's throne. The council's Swordlords are some of the greatest trained wielders of swords in the city. These military veterans, all who have fought as mercenaries in foreign wars far and wide, have a great interest in the development of their City as something more than just another outpost in Brevoy. With the disappearance of House Rogarvia, the Swordlords find themselves planning grand developments...

Restov is filled with people who are often refined, including a gentry that believes they are quite sophisticated, or rough around the edges. Taldans smile at those that believe themselves cultured, as they see the natives as being quaint barbarians. As Restov is relatively wealthy, there are many lords and merchants whose sons take up dueling. Fights are common; rhetoric of rebellion against the king can be heard throughout the city. Many firebrands who oppose King Noleski Surtova also hide amongst the taphouses of Restov, raising dissent. More recently, the citizens of Restov have become troubled about the politics and tensions between Rostland and Issia to the north.

A mysterious figure within the Swordlords, Jamandi Aldori is both beautiful and deadly. Her characteristic red cloak seems to flow on its own volition, always caught in some invisible breeze. Even with her hood pulled up, this woman’s gaze is striking, and her conviction and resolution is both obvious and slightly terrifying.

The main church in the city is dedicated to Erastil watched over by High Priest Ezvanki Keegh.