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[FICTION] The Geography of Naxos: Aegos

 Authors Note: Welcome to part one of the Naxian Geography module! We'll be doing this as a sort of weekly primer, with each entry covering a specific island/area.


    Before the Tauromachy, the island of Aegos was the center of Minotaur civilization, and was heavily cultivated. It was said that the whole island was a patchwork of beautiful gardens, filling in spaces between pre-historic temples and shrines with lush verdant life. After the war, however, the plant life had became darkened and warped; alien flora had replaced the native plant life. When Poleon took Aegos, he ordered the whole of the island salted and burned.

    Even over a thousand years later, the island that modern Naxos sits upon has not recovered. The soil is dry, sandy, and often flies away when a strong breeze blows. Absolutely nothing will grow naturally on the island. Any garden in the city will have to rely on imported soil, intense management, and absolutely avoiding contact with the local soil.

    That said, nearly then entire island is consumed by Poleons' City, with any rare section of bare land left as barren earth. The topography is mostly level near the shore, but becomes increasingly hilly, even mountainous, toward the central districts.


This entry is a shorter one, as the city itself will be covered in depth when we talk about the cities across the Duchy.

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