Stella Maris, Veloria's capitol city with the namesake of its goddess, is a sanctum of salt and sovereignty, where the divine and the political converge beneath domes of pearl and glass. As Veloria’s capital, it houses the Chamber of Stella Maris, the grand temple and seat of state where the potentate presides over both ritual and rule. The chamber itself is a marvel of architecture, its vaulted ceilings etched with constellations and its altars perpetually damp with seawater drawn from sacred aquifers.
The city sprawls across a network of canals, its ornate structures rising like coral spires from the tide. Gondolas glide silently beneath bridges carved with maritime scripture, ferrying citizens between districts named for stars, saints, and sea winds. The air is thick with salt and incense, and the rhythm of the city is set by the tide itself—bells toll not by lunar phase.
The Harbor District of Stella Maris is a colossus of trade and movement, where merchant ships from across Skybride dock beneath the watchful gaze of Veloria’s navy. Beneath the domed skyline, the navy lingers like a sleeping leviathan—its ships sleek, silent, and ever-ready. Their presence is both reassurance and warning: Stella Maris may be beautiful, but it is never unguarded.
To walk its streets is to feel the pulse of a civilization built on reverence and resilience. Here, prophecy is policy, and every ripple in the water might carry the whisper of change.