Unger

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Region Details
Continent	Beluaterra
Region Type	City
Geographic Area	North Tundra
Population	23542
Economy	Manufacturing, Administration
Politics
Realm / Duchy	Ar Agyr / Valour
Local Lord	Khurst Fylkir

The Grey City of Unger.

At the Northernmost foot of Mount Jedinchel lies the city of Unger. With granite from the mountains, wood from the Wailing Woods nearby and the bravest men of all of Beluaterra guarding them, the walls are a sight to behold and all the area’s inhabitants flock behind them in case of danger.

The city was not founded by plan but after having suffered destruction by the undead in the Fourth Invasion, it was rebuilt along a star pattern by the surviving Thalmarkinians. From five different gates to the surrounding regions, five columned boulevards lead to the central square in the middle of the city.
South of it stands the heavily fortified Ducal Castle and dug into the rocks next to it lies the Tomb of the Kings, the entrance guarded by crowned bears of stone. North the Great Beacon of Hope burns brightly with next to it the temple of the Order of the Golden Feather and the temple-barracks where the captains of the Eagles of Hope receive their stern training.
East the granite Royal Halls with majestic bears roaming in the gardens and the barracks of the Legion of the Wolf and West the Grand Wizard’s Tower. The other fifth of the city serves as merchant’s quarter and houses, small and big, granite and wooden, are stockpiled against eachother in all sections of the city.
Each of the boulevards is surrounded by giant but simple granite columns with the names of the Fallen inscribed into them. At the gates you read the names of unarmed men, women and children but as you get closer to the main square you’d see the names of soldiers and later on those of low and high nobles. At the end of the road from Winifael, from where his body was carried into the city, the name of King Piru Petteri, who fell against the undead, is inscribed.

The main square itself bursts with small shops and taverns on the edges, separated from the centre by a circle of columns with at the top small statues of Bears, Eagles and Wolves in many different poses, each more ferocious than the last one, and at the bottom the granite skulls of men, undead and daimons.
In the middle of the square, five cases of stairs lead up a small, artificial hill where a giant statue of King Fingolfin the Great sits on a dark, black throne built out of the bones of hundreds of vanquished daimons. His two-yard-long feet rest on the weapons of defeated foes as well as horned daimon and black undead skulls. In his right hand he holds a replica of the Sword of the Kings that stands in between his legs, blade first in the heap of trophies. His left hand lies opened on his throne, resting on the giant skull of Darkest Hour of the North and from his palm the magical Frozen Flame illuminates the square.

At each corner of the throne stands a sentinel statue. Their heads turned sternly towards the city.
Before him rises King Lemon Tree Two-Face, Founder of Thalmarkin on his right and King Julma Jaune the Fearless on his left. Guarding his back stands Grand Marshal Rathe the Legendary on the right and Sir Darius Dawnbringer left.
It is clear there is still much room for more statues to complete the circle.

At the foot of the hill, under the cold gaze of King Fingolfin, one can read an inscription into the rocks:

Here sits Fingolfin, King of Thalmarkin, Lord of the Frozen Wastes and Keeper of the Undying Flame on the bones of his crushed foes. Great were their ambitions, small their results. Once Horrors, now Decorations.
Thalmarkin does not move. Thalmarkin does not surrender.
We are Death. We are Glory.
Unbent. Unbroken.
Bow before us and live.