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Targossas, the Dawnspear
The radiant forms of the Bloodsworn Gods, Aurora and Deucalion, are reflected upon the heavens.
The golden splendour of Aurora's form descends to illuminate the southern Zaphar River, followed only a second later by the white-hot fire of Deucalion's passage.
Rich motes of lucent clarity suffuse the skies as the Lightbringer evokes, "Refugees. Wanderers. Devout servants of Good, of Light, of Righteousness. We promised you a home."
The firmament burns with white-hot fire as the pure, baritone voice of Deucalion calls out, "It is time We fulfilled that promise."
Standing upon the shore of the Zaphar, Aurora wields the Sword of Dunamis in both hands, the blade pointing downward.
The Lightbringer gestures to Deucalion. At once, He moves to Her side, grasping the sword's hilt below where Her hands rest.
Hand-in-hand, the Bloodsworn Gods raise the legendary weapon, where it gleams with supernatural brilliance within the firmament.
Together, the Gods thrust the blade into the riverbank, and a sharp crack rings out, rumbling across Sapience with a heaving roar.
As the bedrock stirs, the Zaphar River begins to froth and foment, rising to its banks with torrid savagery.
The continent shifts suddenly, and a fissure tears asunder the quiet expanse to the east of the Zaphar. The split widens as it races towards the sea, stone and silt crumbling inward to form a dry, empty riverbed.
Large chunks of stone shear away from the cliffs along the eastern coastline, plummeting into the waters of the Eusian Sea as the fissure reaches Sapience's edge.
Aurora and Deucalion release Their hold upon the Sword of Dunamis, which remains firmly implanted in the riverbed.
Visible from dozens of miles away, the vibrant colors of the immense sword fade as it turns to stone, an enduring monument to the permanent alteration of the landscape.
Eager and strong, a wall of water surges around the sword and along the channel, thundering towards the coastline.
The newly born river rushes toward the cliffs, splitting itself around multiple spits of higher ground and forming islands in the midst flowing water.
The water reaches the cliffs and leaps free, forming a triad of waterfalls that carry the river downward to reunite with the sea.
The churning river calms and slows as it fills its new banks.
As the moon shines brightly within the heavens, the newborn river begins to calm and settle along its course, reflecting an argent light within its banks.
Rich motes of lucent clarity suffuse the skies as the Lightbringer evokes, "Behold: Targossas, the Dawnspear!"
Rich motes of lucent clarity suffuse the skies as the Lightbringer evokes, "Let it be a stronghold, guarded by silvered water!"
The firmament burns with white-hot fire as the pure, baritone voice of Deucalion calls out, "To the devout We entrust Targossas. Upon this sacred ground the servants of Light and Righteousness find shelter."
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And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
Don't mind me, though. :-@ It really is cool.
P.S. Name seems fine to me.
That link refers to natural rivers. I'm unsure what you perceive as natural about a river fork created and maintained by a gigantic God-powered sword.
Also yay, a city to raid! Am glad no more safe room.
Yeah, it does remind me of a pirate city. Might be the similarity to Sargasso/Tortuga/Barbossa.
"Here's a really pretty piece of land and a new river where you are to build your destiny. Be mine!"
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
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So like -40 weather cold.
When Canada rules the world,
things will be... nii~ice.
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