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[FICTION] The Geography of Naxos: The Isle of Naxos

     Separate from its namesake, the Isle of Naxos is the largest across the archipelago that makes up the Duchy, with a majority of non-urban Naxians living upon it. 

    The northern section of Naxos is dry and craggy, baked under the hot dry air that flows south. Few towns can be found here, with all of them on the coast. What is prominent here are the legendary  vineyards that grow the grapes for fine and potent Naxian Wine.

    The southern portion of Naxos is dominated by dense jungles, covering the land from the Talos Mountains to the gentle sandy shores. Lumber is a key industry here, but you won't find the famous Naxian Oak, which only grows in The Donusians, but you will find a variety of robust hardwood used in construction across the islands. There are a fair number of fishing villages, which like in the north part of the island, are depended upon for providing the basis of Naxian diet.

    Lastly, in the center of the island forming the spine running from east to west are the Talos Mountains, which are named after a founding abbot of the Fylakes, a religious order dedicated to Kitaigida. These sharp brownstone peaks are notorious for their sudden storms and flashfloods. Few people, except the Fylakes, dare call this place home. Somewhere in this harsh land is the hidden monastery of those eccentric holy men.

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