The Indigo Palace towered above the surrounding landscape; the ground rocky but blooming with the green of plant life thanks to the life-giving waters of the Ibish River. The great palace of the God Xisuthra stood several hundred feet high, with long staircases leading up the several layers of the stepped structure. The palace's name came from the palace proper, located at the top of the ziggurat and taking up the uppermost layers, for it was painted in brilliant indigo with touches of gold. Xisuthra himself had desired something much simpler for himself, but had been convinced otherwise by his people. Convinced that a God desired a greater abode than any mere King. And beneath this behemoth of a building was a small settlement surrounded by a massive wall of stone. Though the wall surrounded the complex on all sides the eastern border had an additional defense, the width of the Ibish river itself. The town had began as a home for the servants in the palace, but had soon grown beyond that function. Though it was the middle of the day, with the scorching desert sun high above in the sky, people could be seen bustling along the streets of the town as well as hurrying up and down the great stone steps of the palace.

And high above it all, at the very top of the Indigo Palace, sat Xisuthra. Even though he was sitting down as he gazed out over his domain, he would still be taller than most humans thanks to his prodigious height. Next to him was the Lawbringer, the writing on the worn stone tablet constantly shifting and displaying the numerous laws that Xisuthra had laid down in his land. He smiled as he looked out over the lands and water of Ibish; things in his land were all well. The land was at peace as it had been for centuries, and all was well in the land. Xisuthra didn't mind the lack of anything to do, since if he was truly needed that meant something was wrong. But despite that Xisuthra had a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was coming. Perhaps it was the nomads from the desert, though they'd shown no signs of becoming more of a threat than they usually were. And he certainly didn't think it was the dwarves of Khazukan Ankor or the amazons of Iliogis; after all, nothing had happened recently to sour relations with them. But still, things would be happening soon. Xisuthra could feel it.