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Sir Trazom Cicalli, Grand Explorer.
I write with dire news! With the recent damages to my ship, my crew and I had to disembark from our designated course. Strangely enough, we seem to have landed on an island... One that has never been recorded. It's definitely not an island, because it is much bigger than an island, I predict even bigger than our own country. "What and where is this place?" my crew and I asked. Upon looking for answers, we ran into the natives, which we had trouble communicating with. Apparently, from how we are being treated, the natives here are friendly and have let us stay in one of the vilages. I have the language specialist working on understanding and communicating with these people, that is definitely the first thing we must to do. I must tell you, they have the strangest, yet the most beautiful language my ears have ever heard! But being still shocked by the recent turn of events, this is all I can report to you. As for now, we are safe. Expect letters in the near future of our progress and findings of this new exploration I am conducting. I am still suprised and amazed how past explorers never discovered this land!
Gracefully,
Sir Trazom Cicalli
I write with dire news! With the recent damages to my ship, my crew and I had to disembark from our designated course. Strangely enough, we seem to have landed on an island... One that has never been recorded. It's definitely not an island, because it is much bigger than an island, I predict even bigger than our own country. "What and where is this place?" my crew and I asked. Upon looking for answers, we ran into the natives, which we had trouble communicating with. Apparently, from how we are being treated, the natives here are friendly and have let us stay in one of the vilages. I have the language specialist working on understanding and communicating with these people, that is definitely the first thing we must to do. I must tell you, they have the strangest, yet the most beautiful language my ears have ever heard! But being still shocked by the recent turn of events, this is all I can report to you. As for now, we are safe. Expect letters in the near future of our progress and findings of this new exploration I am conducting. I am still suprised and amazed how past explorers never discovered this land!
Gracefully,
Sir Trazom Cicalli
falc39
In Byronia... People carry little instruments with which they use to accompany their words. That's why it is extremely important to have a knowledge of music and theory. People know it like they know how to walk. Whenever someone talks, their is usually always music that goes along with it!
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The Byronian geography is rather odd at first glance, but makes perfect sense when one realizes that the island is in the shape of a huge "B"! The spaces inside the "B" represent huge lakes... so there really isn't any true mainland so to speak, just cities built along the outer rim. The two lakes are the key to Byronian life, being a source of food, transportation (unless you like to walk a long way), and fun. The middle piece of land seperating the two lakes is a huge mountain range filled with a ton of trees. This mountain range is nearly always winter and also a huge source of fun. This constant winter weather in that region is due to the Byronian phenomenon. It is caused by the coincidental positioning of the two lakes and the elevated land level, and somehow it makes the effect of a constant winter wonderland. But even the Byronians suspect something else may be at the root of the cause...
falc39
In Byronia... towels don't get damp. No one likes to dry themselves off with a damp towel. There really isn't any "magical" properties in a towel... it's just how things work in Byronia. TOWELS DON'T GO DAMP ON YOU! So if you ever visit Byronia, make sure you buy a towel, it will be the best one you ever bought!
falc39
A Byronian Legend - There is a famous ancient legend of Byronian. It's the story of a young boy who was lost and detached from the land. No one is sure of how such a thing happened, and speculation continues to this day. This young boy grew up away from Byronia, learning the ways of another society. The Byronians keep the hope alive that someday he will return to Byronia to complete this ancient legend and tell tales of his adventure. As time went by, the boy felt less and less like a Byronian... and soon, Byronia became only a distant memory. The memories have become so distant that the lost Byronian mistakenly believes he is actually imagining a land called "Byronia". To this day, whenever he imagines anything of Byronia, he types it up on a keyboard thinking, "Could this possibly be real?"
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