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The Harbor city Rinon on the southeastern coast of the jungle continent.

Named for the mythical warrior Rinon Hiera who is said to have stood alone on an unarmed fishing boat against a the fleet from Ace Sia's Sun Empire, defending his home with only a jack of spades. Though he was killed in the five day battle what ships remained of the fleet were forced into retreat, and having not seen his death never returned for fear of facing him again.

The harbor itself is well know for its depth and is one of the largest across the world, making it a main center of trade with some of the best roads and most diverse culture.

The city is built in a horse shoe shape around the harbor with a sharp but fairly small mountain ridge curving around the western edge, partially covered by the city. To the east is a horn shaped plain surrounded by a short section of swamp on the side facing the seas, this peninsula is where most of the city's inhabitants live, a few live in their businesses on the mountainside and a few more on the plains around the city.

The harbor has three major piers and extend almost to the center of the bay but with enough room that large ships can still reach the minor piers between them. The minor piers are privately owned and often used to supply the owner's business . The major piers run as a toll service.

One major road leaves the city, splitting off where appropriate. It is paved with large flat stones and is well kept within a respectable distance but can be quite dangerous, often a caravan will employ teams of skilled warriors to defend against monsters from the forest, thieves, and generally malicious things, which attracts many warriors looking for riches to the Rinon

The streets of Rinon can be perilous, as the many underground guilds patrol them, occasionally requiring pedestrians to pay a toll to keep the streets safe. The constables and lords of the area tend to look towards their own pockets where the guilds are concerned, as long as their deeds are not too far outside the law. Civillians merely work around the guilds and go on their way.

The citizens of Rinon are a sturdy bunch, having survived hurricanes, guild wars, power struggles, famine, and other hardships. They are very devoted to their own, although they rarely turn away travellers with news and coin. They are rough and protective, but can be very friendly as well. Taverns are a necessity to their way of life, and are always filled. As a result, Rinonians are a very musical group, and musicians can be found on every streetcorner and in every inn, singing everything from sea ditties, to popular love songs, to epic ballads of the far north.