Nestled at the base of the towering Sinwashi Mountains is the city of Kintaba: capital of the Malawi Tribe. By far the largest oasis in the vast desert, this city was built upon the shores of a small, pristine lake in order to support all the inhabitants of the Akinat’s largest colony. Legends say that the city was named after a brilliant and cunning Lithorian by the same name. It is said that it used to be the home of a massive, powerful black dragon. When Kintaba discovered the hidden paradise, he concocted a scheme to get it away from the reptilian beast.

The morning was early, and the dew was still kissing the vegetation that flourished there when Kintaba approached the ebony creature without fear. The Dragon reared its head and breathed through its powerful nostrils as it sniffed at the glimmering fur of this tiny creature. A low, rumbling chuckle emitted from the monster’s belly as it laughed at the puny mortal. “Speak or be devoured.” It roared at Kintaba. The man simply curled his lips slightly as his whiskers gave a bit of a twitch as he spoke “Ohh great and powerful Dragon, I come here only to prove to those dubious doubters that you are indeed the grandest of them all.” The Dragon, fooled by his false flattery, encouraged him to continue. Kintaba spun that tale that rumors were circulating that he had grown slow and fat, and could not even outrun a Lithorian across the desert. He offered himself as a competitor, and the two met along a vast stretch of the sands. As the two began the race, Kintaba pulled a head and darted across the dunes like a dancer, while the Dragon lumbered behind him. Suddenly, the Dragon fell headfirst into the sands and a wicked grin played upon the lips of Kintaba. He had led the massive creature into quicksand, while keeping his light form in motion so not to sink himself. He watched with glee as the creature sunk into sands, cursing the Lithorian with his last breath. From that day on, he led his people to their city, and they named it after the clever man who had saved them from a life of destitution and starvation.

The city itself mirrors the landscape that surrounds it, as almost all of the buildings are constructed from the desert sands that have been turned into a type of solid mortar. It is an invaluable resource, as it keeps the buildings cool during the scorching days and warm during the frigid nights. The structures are often square or rectangular, having at least two or three stories to conserve on space in the crowded town. The only things made of stone are the roads and fountains, as they need to be able to bear the travelers that constantly circulate throughout the area.

Colorful rugs, robes and other cloths are often strung from building to building either along posts of wood or bits of twine. Travelers often thought it was some type of ornate decoration, but the truth is less glamorous, as hot, arid sun dries their clothes quickly when hung outside their windows. Alleyways and streets are often littered with brightly colored bits of string that have fallen from what people have dubbed “the clouds of Kintaba” and add to the lively feel of the town. Jingling of the golden belts the women wear as well as the music that is almost constantly playing adds to the vivacious atmosphere in a city that is rarely quiet.

The Weavers Guild has set up a rather large chapter in Kintaba, as Lithorian cloths and dyes are sought after around the world. In recent years both the Courtesans and Merchants Guild have set up small chapter houses there, and have found they flourish among the colonies people. While other guilds have tried to open small chapters, they have found the harsh climates and fierce competition too demanding, and often relocate to other areas.


Posted October 25, 2011 by belimedra

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