Alondae is the place of my birth, and the capitol of our land.  It lies to the west of the Landis Mountains, so that, in the mornings, the rising sun strikes it in its fully beauty.  Some have called it "the city of gold," for it is the central power of Eordain, and the home of the king.

The city is large and walled, and the castle sits on the eastern side of it, surrounded by two courtyards.  Alondae is strongly fortified--only once has it stood seige, and it prevailed until all hope had vanished.  The city is now once more in noble hands, and no one doubts that it shall remain there.

Here, in the inlands, the tradesmen are many, and Alondae has her share of weavers, bakers, and tailors.  The people have grown fond of this lifestyle; they prefer being dependent on no one, rather than dwell in the country and forge a living from herds of sheep.  Since the end of the war I have made myself comfortable in the town.  I enjoy walking amongst the shops and speaking with the children--it endears me to my subjects, and sobers my mind to the task before me.