A proud nation built upon an age of declaration and strength. Lycanthropy has always dug its claws deep within the people here, a noble bloodline that hails back to the first ships that landed upon the cusp of the continent. The ale hall that first graced the highest peak within Vufrein later became the kingdom of Odersten. The ancient bloodline that can trace its proud heritage all the way back to the very beginning of the First Hunters still maintains rule through might and gleaned respect from peers alike. In a sense, there is no immediate signs of social standing within the city should one be unaccustomed to the culture of its people. The buildings lack the striking gothic architecture of Lavalles, instead they are more earthen. The stains of war and lost land and trade can be felt strongly here. Despair haunts the once jovial streets, a looming dread weaving tight within the misty hold.

A smaller settlement that sits in a valley behind the mountain that homes Odersten. While mankind has found purchase within the arms of the capitol as well, it is here that most free humans live and dwell among the Lycans. The effects of the ongoing war can be felt the most profoundly here. Patrols are regular, and the once middleclass area has been transformed into a travesty procession of refugees. Tents and hastily built shacks dapple the once neat and well kept perimeter. Filth and mire has multiplied, and the cut off of trade from the sundered farm lands of Dunmeath have forced many to till the rocky fields that surround the relatively flat city-state in hopes of production. However, the most sought after freedom for many resides here: the trading harbor that connects Vufrien to the outside world.

PLOT UPDATE: This land is under the rule of queen Émilienne Kaplan.
Fertile land used primarily for farming. Small settlements dot its face, farmsteads and wineries, large manners that once belonged to wealthy mortals. Now, all lay in ruin, torn apart by war and strife. Blood now waters the crops, and those that once manned the fields have been relieved of their duties by chains or death. Beasts of burden and livestock have either been transferred to the dreaded fields of Anderstel or released upon the wilds to fend for themselves as the new rulers of this territory no longer have need of such 'food', their palates requiring something different.

The untamed savagery of the lands surrounding Vufrien are a mixtures of towering mountains and deep ravines. Fresh and salt water mix with crashing waves through the narrow straights that connect to the sea. Tall, proud fir trees stand as monoliths over the rocky outcroppings, dense canopies making the landscape appear much darker than it truly is. Snow lingers constantly upon the upper peaks and the climate stays cooler year round in comparison to the flat lands of Crue Efros. Hidden within the mountains lies a place known simply as Sanctuary. It is the last truly free mortal settlement in all the realm. The main constructs were abandoned in ages long since passed, unknown in their origins but repurposed for survival of a dying race.