The world of Maroon is a world bathed in red, both in the plants that cover the land, and in the blood of the descendents of humanity, pioneers of the stars, who made their way here and made their home here--not altogether by choice. The tools they brought with them are long since useless, but those settlers from far away have spread their roots into the soil of this new world. Though their path has been one of strife, they have begun to flourish...
The settlement of Vindulan is divided into three parts. The citadel itself, the rotting hull of the ancient ship, still holds many thousands, most in a position of power in the settlement. Its central spire rises above the clouds, towering over the deep-water harbor and the bay. Farms dot the surrounding plain, interspersed with banks of still-untamed forest, and these support the hungry needs of the thriving metropolitan center. The farthest edges of the settlement, some two hundred fifty miles from the city, rise sharply in the west to form a ridge, the still-standing remains of wall made by artifice unimaginable to any living being today. Seven garrisons which guard seven gates are dispersed evenly along the wall, which is thick enough to accommodate an entire company of men marching in formation atop its height. Ancient, stone-paved roads run in a straight line to the city from each garrison, the more easily to transport Beacon guardsmen to and from their duty on the wall. The westernmost gate acts also as a port of entrance for the rivers which fork just beyond, carrying goods to and from the riverholds that lie beyond in the forest perilous.
Outside the wall, the situation is less orderly. Roads are unpaved, and often tend to overgrowth if not trafficked frequently enough.
