The cause of her father's death was no mystery. One year to the day from the beginning of the Six Years War, Joganish troops under Prince Hahrod,(Lord of western Jogan) set upon King Patrick and the 3rd Army's 1st Legion where they camped in the small Dohrian outpost of Hurd. Prince Hahrod's troops had spent the better half of the beginning of 14,958 escaping from King Patrick's superiorly armed forces, losing six minor battles in the process of their retreat from upper Endoso.
The Prince quickly rebounded from his loss and managed to field an impressive army of nearly 30,000 veteran infantry and archers. According to the statement of Prince Hahrod himself to one of his aides in later years,"I lured Patrick to Hurd with false rumors of a deadly sickness striking my Northern Army and with a general order for retreat issued to all of my garrisons in Lower Endoso. I knew the puffy Eastern Peacock would come to strut before his war-slaves and gloat over the victory their blood had won him if he assumed it might be safe enough to do so. Such is the arrogance of Acriun King's who dream of being General's."
What followed is now known in Acrius as the,"Massacre of Hurd". In three hours the tiny earthen fortifications were leveled by potent magic's and the King's Legion exposed to withering storms of deadly Joganish shafts. No Dohrian's survivored who might recount the actual circumstances of King Patrick's demise, though in Jogan it is rumored that he attempted surrender on several cowardly occassions.
Shortly after the death of her father young Princess Michelaine was crowned Queen of Dohrya with no contest. She enjoyed the unusually fervent loyalty of her subjects throughout the course of the war.
On the Second Lunae of Nynth, in the year 14,963, Queen Michelaine was released from unoffical Imperial custody. Her name was cleared of all charges of suspected treason by the efforts of five members Dohrya's lesser caste.
These five non-Y'dren were then bestowed an unprecidented boon as reward for their service to her majesty. Each was knighted. This is the first recorded instance of any individual of non-Y'dren blood every recieving noble title. With their title, a land-grant was issued for the whole of the Endoso Penninsula to these Lesser Knight's. Yet another unheard of act.
This action did not go unnoticed by the Court of the Imperial Throne, and Atelos is said to be carefully contemplating rescending the issuance of Knighthood in the case of all five non-Y'dren.
Common rumors suppose that embarrassment at the circumstances surrounding Michelaine's recent brief unofficial incarceration prevent swift action by the Emperor with regards to this situation.
Despite the recent Imperial decree legalizing slavery in all member Kingdoms of the Empire, Queen Michelaine is expected to invoke the,"Regents Rights Act of 13,851". This agreement between Regents and the Emperor states that under specific circumstances Imperial decree's may be ignored locally if they are not a direct order for action on the part of the ruling monarch and failure to comply does not directly invite suspicion of treason.
Almost 70% of the Guadan population is to be found within the confines of the great metropolis. The wealthier Y'dren daily migrate to and from communal family villa estates nestled in the countryside away from their subservient worker population. A scant few Y'dren make their homes within Guada itself. The Royal Family is among them, though the palace of the Queen and the Royal Grounds are wholly isolated from the general public, of course.
Higher classed Human and Elven fashion mimics that of Y'dren, though the material used is cotton. Jewelry is often paste, though some of it is genuine.
The following is an account taken from the ship's log of a Phistolian Rogue in his first meeting with a Y'dren. ...."the bright orange sails had to be taken in, mooring lines secured, rat-guards put in place upon them, and all manner of preparation completed before the sun was down.
It was a long laborious process that stole the last light of the day and left myself and my men only the night to explore our new home. But they were to be disappointed, at least for a time.
A lithe male winged-Elven figure had been perched near at hand on the dock all this time awaiting the my ships captain's attentions.
His golden amber hair was grown a foot long from his head's crown and the sides of it were shaven down so closely that the scalp shown bright and clean through the cropping.
The length of the top-lock of hair was thrown over the right side of his head, and bound there in a pig-tail by a red jade encrusted silver band. This band held the hair at a level just and inch below the elf's right ear. What significance this might hold or not was unknown.
Silver beads were strung onto individual groups of strands of the hair about a millimeter thickness each, interspersed with beads of red or black jade.
He was dressed in long black and purple silk robes sewn with fine spun silver thread. The pattern along the hem of his robes was an impressionistic view of high white crested waves breaking in too-uniform rows far out at sea.
The robes were drawn together at the waist by a six inch wide sash, drawn over-tightly around the man's girth as to make the upper half of the robes puff up abnormally.
Pinned to this rather painful looking sash was a silver medallion bearing the seal of the fellows office. "Dock-master warden #32" it read in flowing Y’dren script which none of the quarterdeck guards could read a lick of if they could read at all.
He had come walking stiffly, almost ceremoniously, up the ship's gang-plank. It was odd though, for winged as he was, he could have much more easily and naturally just flown straight aboard the ship. The fellows legs looked less than accustomed to use, and the manner of his gait showed it well to any who marked him.
He stood there now, tapping his foot impatiently if not uncomfortably for having to stand, and frowning at the crewmen who mocked and jibed at him over their work.
They called him woman-elf making sport of his dress, for no "Man" would go about in public dressed in silken robes in their homeland. Leather trousers, hard-soled boots and cotton or wool long-sleeved shirts these men wore, and the visitor did look for all the world a woman to them.
Others mocked him as a pigeon for his wings and for the slight willowy stature of the elf as a whole. But Don Giancarlo had heard tales of this elf's kin at work battling the Giant Troll of Mrogyt as the hired blades of mighty Oxium.
Oxium iss a nation of proud free men, elves, and dwarves, carved of stone and beaten of steel. For them to hire mercenaries, these sell-swords must be proficient indeed. For those mercenaries to look like women, they would be expected to fight like Demon's. And so the tales have said of them......"
Lower labor-class Humans, Elves, and Gnomes often wear utilitarian garb such as leather or cotton trousers, short-sleeved pull-down cotton shirts, vests, and hats. Sandals as the prefered footwear for all classes of folk. Boots are not unheard of, but they are considered quite uncooth and unfashionable.
In the shadow of the villas of their masters, small villages are scattered in intervals of 15 minute to one half hour of travel from one another like small sattelites in orbit of the Guadan sun. These towns have populations numbering less than 500, and most barely merit mention on a provincial map. Inhabitants of these rural towns tend dutifully to the fields and farms of their local Y'dren ruler.
Guada was founded in the year 13,091 by the first Lord of the House of the Burning Rose, Calvik Margalen.