Calculating scientists, cold politicians and discerning mystics. The Serans are a force to be reckoned with. What on the surface may seem like a stiff and boring bunch of dullards, is in reality a collection of some of the sharpest, most cunning minds on the planet. The nation is made up of a number of families, the remnants of the highest-ranking families of an old, decrepit nation that they left a long time ago. Though a senate unites them to keep their nation organised, they struggle for power and influence not only in politics, but in science, sorcery and mysticism as well. But do not mistake this competition for fractures - when there is an outside threat, the Serans hold the line, united. But as they live in a society built on feuds and struggles the Serans have built a culture that is formal to the point of mechanical, and a natural paranoia where nothing can be completely trusted.
Seeing their scientific prowess, it may seem strange that the Serans then put their faith in truths divined from the stars. But the Dragomen - oracles, astronomers and diviners - rely on far more than guesswork. But in all of Serdanos, nothing is kept as secret as their methods and designs.
Like its people, the land in Serdanos is cold and rather uninviting. Thick forests, jagged mountains and desolate heights make up this cold, windswept land where winters cut deeper than any blade. And little by little, the Serans expand their reach into the arctic waters in the north, establishing outposts among the small, frozen islands.
The family was once more gathered. This night they had been summoned to attend the stellar divination for the newest member of the most powerful family in Serdanos, an occasion no member could decline. In their ancient family halls, which had stood almost as long as Serdanos itself, they huddled like shadows in a circle around the mother and father who kneeled before the Dragoman of the Celestial Order. The Dragoman, a tall, gaunt woman clad in pure black robes with silver decorations, held a black sphere as big as a head above the two parents. Inside the sphere burned a bright, white light which shone through small holes, projecting the starry heavens around the dark room. For a long while, the room was completely silent, with each and everyone deep in contemplation and reverence. Finally, the Dragoman spoke.
She spoke of the sacred stars and their holy constellations. She spoke of the child's destiny, as written by the cosmos, and of its place in the great infinite. Solemn words about hardships and triumphs, honor and duty. A life in a dark nation under the light of the stars.