An Isekai Story

Cradled by the winding Silverstream River at the edge of Aertos, Riverbend pulses with energy born from trade, tide, and tradition. The town’s stone docks bustle with riverfolk offloading wriggling netfuls of fish, crates of water-infused spell reagents, and bundles of enchanted reeds. Here, the boatwrights are artisans, shaping hulls from water-soaked ashwood laced with rune-thread, crafting vessels as sleek as river otters and strong as warded elm. Market days turn the riverbank into a festival of scent and song—grilled sturgeon, arcane eel lanterns, and barkers shouting deals. Governed by an elected mayor and a rotating council of merchants and fishermasters, Riverbend is pragmatic and proud, wary of Solaran trawlers and the odd "hero" who washes ashore claiming to bend water with their sneeze. The annual River Festival, with its boat-blessing rituals and midnight flotilla, is more than celebration—it's a ward against the chaos that Kavrix so often drifts downstream.

Riverbend stretches along a silver-thread river, its docks lined with rune-scribed canoes and moss-draped skiffs. Colorful awnings shade a riverside market thrumming with laughter, incense, and fishmongers’ calls. Towering weathervanes spin beside thatch-and-tile homes, while riverlight dances across the cobbled streets like floating glyphs.