The Great Walls
To speak of Hubland is to speak of its walls. They are the first and last thing any traveler sees—impossible fortifications of black stone that rise to scratch at the smog-stained sky. Within these walls, a civilization festers in the twilight of its own history. The streets are a labyrinth of grand, crumbling architecture and overcrowded tenements, all existing in the shadow of the Quandmire dynasty's neglect. It is the center of trade, intrigue, and quiet desperation in Yavar, a gilded cage on a colossal scale.
The Fading Dynasty
The Quandmire Dynasty, descendants of the once-mighty Xlarth'qll emperors, still occupies the Onyx Spire at the city's heart. Yet, their power is a hollow echo of its former glory. They rule not with an iron fist, but with the limp hand of apathy. Portraits of glorious ancestors gaze from gilded frames upon dusty, forgotten halls. The dynasty's authority is now measured in coin and ceremony, a fragile veneer of control over a city that has long since learned to govern itself in the shadows.
"The Quandmire line has a history as long as the Wall is high, and a future as short as a beggar's candle."
— Common Hubland saying
The Ecleptor Anomaly
At the very center of Hubland, in the grand plaza where emperors were once crowned, lies the city's greatest secret: the Portal. A remnant of the Ecleptor retreat, this shimmering, silent tear in reality hums with an energy that defies understanding. It is both a monument and a wound. The Quandmires guard it jealously, claiming it as a trophy, yet they understand nothing of its true nature. To the common folk, it is a source of superstition—a divine gift, a curse, or a doorway to madness. They are not entirely wrong on any count.