Voyagers, explorers and colonisers. Though the Lenorians make up a small nation, but their drive and stubbornness more than makes up for it. Their nation came into existence as the result of a revolution, which has colored both the people and their society ever since. There is very little in the way of nobility or a wealthy class, as the Lenorians are very quick to discourage anyone trying to take more than their fair share. Though this makes for a rather tumultuous political climate, it also makes sure the people never forget their own power.
While they can seem like a scruffy, disorganised people the Lenorians hide a fiercly clever side. Their ships carry them across waters other wouldn't even dare think of crossing and their knowhow of mechanics far surpass their neighbors'. Their harbors are filled with awe-inspiring mechanical structures, creaking and groaning as massive wheels turn to give them life.

The land they inhabit is a harsh, deep wilderness where deep, almost impenetrable forests cover plunging valleys and heights. Traversing it is no easy task, and the fact that they've managed to not only settle but develop it is a testament to their stubbornness.

But though they are very focused on equality and pulling together, there is a darker history of slavery. It is, no doubt, a large part of how they built not only their nation, but their three colonies as well. As time passes, this culture of exploitation is being worn down, but its stain might well last forever.

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Festival of lanterns
On Hope's Edge
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Short mood text

The wind howled and tore at his clothes like a tempestuous lover and the ocean sprayed icy cold kisses over him as wave after wave crashed against the ship. No matter how much he longed to see land again, he could not help but feel the same rabid love for the sea as it seemed to hold for him. He stood at the front of the Wintergale, as fine a ship as there ever was in Lenori, searching the ocean mists for signs of new land. They had been out at sea for longer than anticipated, and people had started seeing things in the mist. Or so they said.

In the midst of the grunting and shouting sailors, he heard footsteps approaching. It was the Captain Lenorova, Tamer of the high oceans, Braver of the ancient winds. A woman of venerable age who sailed the seas by way of matching their temper, rather than evading them.

"No signs yet, Captain. Nothing but sea and wind and mistjumpers."
"I can see that well myself. But we're getting close to it, I can feel it in my bones. Just you wait." she grunted in return.

They stood and watched for a good while as the waves rolled through the mists. Suddenly, pale shapes appeared in the mist, vauge outlines of strange shores with outlandish peaks and structures emerging above the horizon.

"I swear, Captain..." he whispered "sometimes it's like the winds are speaking to you."

The Captain let out a small chuckle.

"It looks like his Lord Tarustev might have his new colony after all."