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[FICTION] Naxian Relations: The Azraqi Princedoms

     Perhaps no power has posed as much an existential threat since the Minotaur as the Azraqi Princedoms; ever since the Old Empire ruled Thrace, the Azraqi have engaged in war both hot and cold with Naxos. Most of those conflicts occurred in Northern Thrace, but several naval campaigns as well, but neither side has ever come too close to the homelands of either.

    The crux of their mutual animosity is the dispute over Thrace, but for the last several centuries, there has been a religious component as well. When Ansharianism became the dominant faith in Azraq, clerics from that religion began evangelizing in Naxian territories across the seas. At first, their revulsion was out of concern of foreign influence, but after the Reclamation, it become ne of targeted xenophobia.

    Today, relations between the Duchy and The Princes is frosty at best, with trade restricted to only those vessels and captains approved directly by The Despot Council. Incidentally, as the center of trade globally, this also has the Duchy able to control the flow of Azraqi influence and good going further west.

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