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Tharrivol is a desert expanding further than any on Feanor, and is referred to as the 'Desert of Death' by most for its harsh, nearly unbearable conditions. However, it is also standing proof that civillization can exist even in the most unhospitable of places. The society of strange furres that inhabit Tharivol is divided into two kinds: those who inhabit the southern half of the desert and the big cities, where Kebeyen and Old Austian influences have changed their attitude more towards that of modern civilization, and those who live in the northern parts of the desert, the barren and bleak sand fields. These furres stick to their old nomadic ways.

Those who choose to live in the desert and away from the oases or cities often show the fire mage tendencies for which they are known. Having such an affinity allows these furres to be more resilient to extreme heat than one might imagine.

Tharivol has a relatively small population when compared to the rest of Feanor: only about 300,000 furres inhabit the entire area, with about 150,000 of those concentrated in the city areas.


Before its capture at Damien Reelin's hands in 4A 7, Tharrivol was secluded from the rest of the world. None would dare trek to such harsh lands, and the Tharivolians saw no reason to leave. Thus, a case of cultural isolation is seen in their society. For instance, a male may take as many wives as he likes; under Tharivolian law he is also justified in killing his wife, children or slaves as he sees fit. A male may rape any femme, but if he is killed by that femme's brothers or father due to the mark on her honor, this is seen as fair retribution. Tharivolian desert rulers (of which there are one per tribe) practice fratricide with frequency as well. If a tribe leader ascends to his position and has nine brothers, in example, he might have them all poisoned at breakfast the very next day. Hence leadership becomes more of a game of murdering one's siblings and passing it off as accidental than of real politics. The people accept and overlook such things as normal.

As mentioned before, slavery is present in the desert tribes, though it is technically illegal since Tharivol was annexed to the Kebeyen Republic. No slave traders leave the Tharivolian desert, and instead will find small groups of younger furres who have left their tribes for whatever reason to prey upon. Slaves see no position in society whatsoever, though they are starting to become scarcer and more expensive, since many who are enslaved flee to the South, First Colony or Ciest Dalien as soon as possible and are thereupon free.

Clerics are purely female in Tharivolian desert tribe society, and may attend only to females and kits. A male who becomes wounded through his own mistakes or in a fight is expected to deal with the wound himself and tough it out. Scars and limb loss are seen as badges of bravery rather than as handicaps, and the more masochistic one is, the more they are loved amongst Tharivol's tribes.

Water-- that which keeps all furres alive-- is a rare commodity. When it can be found by underground spring, a town or city will often follow. An oasis, even moreso.


There are five major oases in Tharivol, hence, five major cities. Where there is water and plant life, there are also furres willing to settle it and leave their tribal ways behind. The five cities are places of factional strife, civil unrest and oligarchy, yet they are inhabited nonetheless. The largest of them is Thamrivol, but the other four are Maiyuu, Beshoor, Saluri and Ankh Hadur.

The cities are ruled by the wealthy class, the few who have ammassed wealth and can use it to their advantage. Often these are former tribe leaders themselves, and this leads to a violent and chaotic control of the cities. Ambassadors from the South have in recent years made efforts to instill democracy in the cities, but so far little progress has been made.

During years past, Tharivol was also the housing site of the War Labs, though little is known about these strange facilities.


The religion of Tharivol is strange, though a recent influx of Kebeyen influence has integrated some of the Vincan Primes religion mainly to the South. Some of the nomad tribes choose to worship the Dark Primes, though they themselves are not necessarily evil. In the north, however, tribes for the most part worship their current desert tribe leader as their god. As one might imagine, this is an awkward system, and spawns many gods and many odd religious practices. The beliefs are constantly changing. When two tribes meet, which is quite often due to their nomadic nature, they will often battle and try to kill the opposite tribes' leader. To allow one's 'god' to be killed is the largest dishonor imaginable.


It is thought that Central Mountain scarhawks originated in Tharivol and later spread throughout the central mountain rage, bred for years by Tharivolians until they could tolerate the heat of day, lack of water, and change in altitudes. Furre historians who have dared to trek in the desert often discover ancient crude pictures of these scarhawks on walls, pottery, and anything else they can uncover, left behind to be buried under the sands of the desert. It seems that these scarhawks were prized in ancient Tharivolian society.

A great civilization once stood in what is now Thamrivol, in the time of the Aramagi. Present-day Tharivolians refer to it as 'Ab-a-Sahar', or 'Water and Honey'. Little is known about this place, as it fell into ruin and was covered along with history. However, occasionally the remains of a building or statue rise above the sands and are recovered and shipped to Ciest Dalien for anthropologic study. Though little progress has been made, these anthropologists are enthusiastically supporting that soon much will be known about these ancient people.


From the diary of Nigel Salisbury, equine explorer:

"One moment my guide and I couldn't see anything but sand... and the next they had surrounded us; without so much as a noise they came. They asked us what we were doing. (...) I looked the leader in the eyes, and saw there an intelligent mind, but a savage one, and so very different from my own. We explained to them that we were lost. They looked at us suspiciously, but nevertheless took us upon their scarhawks and began off in a southeasterly direction, though there were no landmarks to be seen. They deposited us at a camp near the desert edges, kindly informed us in harsh-accented Common that they would slit our throats if we trespassed again, and rode off."