Rainoga

Yhaunn clings to the southern Sembian coast, rising in crowded tiers from the bones of an ancient quarry, its streets and homes carved and stacked upon weathered stone. Once a major city of nearly 100,000 souls, wars and turmoil have hollowed its population, though its spirit remains unbowed. The city’s architecture thrusts upward in tightly packed rows of timber-framed structures, many five stories high, leaning over narrow alleys and stair-stepped paths that echo with footfall and merchant cries. Moonshadow Hall, the grand temple of Selûne, rises like a pale gem in the city’s dense core—its silver domes and glowing moonstone inlays a shining testament to enduring devotion amid adversity. Yhaunn’s confined space and vertical sprawl create both opportunity and tension, with rooftops serving as thoroughfares and entire families living above bustling trades. Though trade has slowed, and shadows gather in forgotten alleys, the city's stone heart beats still—scarred, sacred, and vigilant.

Tightly packed timber towers rise from stone-cut terraces, their upper floors overhanging cobbled streets below. Balconies, laundry lines, and flickering lanterns crisscross narrow alleys, while Moonshadow Hall gleams in moonlit hues from the city’s center. The scent of salt and old masonry lingers in the air as stairways wind steeply between multilevel homes carved into the quarry's living rock.