The Radiant Throne · The Gilded Lie
Solcaryn is the capital city of the Kingdom of the Sun-Kissed Crown, a radiant coastal metropolis of white stone, gold inlay, and towering cathedrals dedicated to human supremacy and divine mandate.
From a distance, it is breathtaking.
Up close, it is suffocating.
Solcaryn is not merely a city—it is a sermon made of stone, built to convince its citizens that order, cruelty, and hierarchy are the natural shape of the world.
Solcaryn sits near the kingdom’s eastern coast, backed by fortified landward approaches and facing the open sea.
This placement serves three purposes:
rapid shipment of enslaved labor and resources
visible projection of divine “openness” toward the heavens
a false sense of escape should the kingdom ever fall
In truth, the sea is a trap, not a refuge.
Solcaryn is built in ascending tiers, each reflecting social status:
The Radiant Docks
Where goods arrive and slaves are unloaded. Chains are common. Guards are everywhere.
The Gilded Wards
Human merchant districts and artisan quarters—clean, orderly, and deeply complicit.
The Sanctified Ring
Massive temples, seminaries, and administrative halls of the Church-State.
The Solar Citadel
The highest point of the city, housing the throne and the inner sanctums of the Bishopric.
Movement upward is restricted.
Movement downward is enforced.
At the city’s peak stands the Solar Citadel, a colossal cathedral-palace fused into one structure.
The king resides here as a ceremonial figurehead
The true power—the Bishopric—operates from sealed inner chambers
Below the Citadel lie vaults, reliquaries, and forbidden sanctums tied to the Holy Knights
The Citadel is designed so that no citizen ever forgets who watches them.
In Solcaryn:
Humans live in comfort purchased by invisible suffering
Non-humans exist only as labor, tools, or examples
Faith is mandatory, morality optional
Public executions are framed as purification rituals.
Slave deaths are recorded as divine offerings.
Most citizens never question this.
Those who do rarely survive long.
Solcaryn is the operational heart of The Holy Knights.
Their chapter-halls are disguised as sanctuaries.
Their movements are masked as pilgrimages.
Their power is celebrated—never explained.
Beneath the city, far below the streets, lies the truth of their strength.
The city is built on top of the crime.
Hidden Eidolon: A blasphemous target
Hell’s Gate: A city of soul-theft
Beastkin Alliance: A slaver nest
Domain of the Dynast King: An unstable liability
Yokai Kingdom: A place best never visited
No one calls Solcaryn holy except those who profit from the lie.
Solcaryn exists to be:
the heart of the Sun-Kissed Crown’s hypocrisy
the epicenter of its greatest sin
the place where everything collapses at once
If the kingdom falls, it will fall here.
Not at the borders.
Not in the wilderness.
But in the city that believed itself untouchable.
Solcaryn shines because it must.
If the light ever falters,
everyone will finally see
what has been rotting underneath the gold.
And when that happens—
There will be nowhere left to hide.