[center][h1][color=a36209]Grand Duchy of Chelodonia[/color][/h1][/center]
[right][hr][color=a36209][b]Beside the Bay of Arioce[/b]
An excerpt from the [i]Historiai Chelodonon[/i]
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	After several days of travel, Monychos’ journey was finally over. He had started out from his father’s holdings on the far eastern side of Chelodonian territory. While the centaurs who lived upon the northern plains in Chelodonia technically swear fealty to the Grand Duke, for generations now, they enjoyed great autonomy in their own internal affairs, with the House of Magnesios wielded the most influence amongst the horse nation. 

	As I have already mentioned, to the west of Chelodonia lies a nation of centaurs, Kyrennos. While the centaurs who dwell within the borders of Chelodonia have more in common with the ruffians of the Plains of Kyrennes to the North, centaur nobility still made the trek to the urban heartland of the empire in the hopes of maintaining a cordial relationship with their city-dwelling brethren.

	Monychos’ journey had him cross eastward until his company had reached the Bay of Arioce, the western inlet that separated much of Chelodonia from Kyrennos. After spending the night, Monychos followed the shore of the bay until he had reached the land border. There, the Chelodonians had stationed border patrols as their first line of defense, if one would ever be needed. Once Monychos had been cleared, his band of travelers crossed over into Kyrennan soil.

	Before they reached the city proper, Monychos stopped to change into attire more fitting for Kyrennos. Otherwise, these so-called ‘civilized’ centaurs would turned their noses at him for being a bestial savage who ran around the plains naked like a wild horse. Yet there was a reason why horses do not wear clothes: the layers of fabric in the usual attire for a citizen of Kyrennos would make performing even the simplest of tasks quite difficult. His herd back home did not have little goblins for menial labor.

	After Monychos had finished changing into proper attire, he and his followers continued on the final stretch of their trek, until they reached their final destination: Kyrennopolis. There, Monychos had business to attend to. And so begins the next chapter of the crisis in this dark time.

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