For as long as the hours had been counted, the days marked, and the months and years recorded, Rinthcor had been there as a witness to history itself. It was no exaggeration; every world had cities like this. It boggled the mind to think of it; for as long as people had been people, for as long as thought had been thinking, someone had been in Rinthcor…thinking.
The current version of itself, crowned as it were the jewel and capital of the Serphep Empire, was as much a mystery to those that lived there now as it was a mystery to all of the world’s history- its buildings were built, layer upon layer, style upon style, each encrustation growing upward and outward from that primordial inner core. You could find places, even now, down narrow twisting alleyways, that still held the very stones set by ancient hands long gone from this world. Yet one had only to gaze skyward to let one’s eyes rest upon spires aspiring towards the clouds, marvels of the modern age’s mastery of materials and physics that literally towered over the past.
Rinthcor was an eternal city if there ever was one; really one of several, but the more smug of its citizens certainly fancied themselves residents of a glorious continuum with the world’s most glorious triumphs. Even the grubbiest, stupidest, vilest scum crawling out of the lowest gutter considered itself better than any other scum in the world.
Situated at about the center of the Serphep Empire, its own boundries settled in antiquity, with the Achewbre Kingdom to the west, Rinthcor did in truth anchor the center of the known world. The Trolls were really mere tribes settled to the east; the Dwarves were really only scattered settlements, growing towards the south but not so much to offer competition. There were no others on the continent to challenge their supremacy, so really the kingdom enveloped their cultures and made them its own. So when Rinthcor called itself the center of the world, it wasn’t an arrogant boast; it was also a welcoming mixing pot, a place where races and peoples of all sorts felt equally lost and at home, an equality of sorts unknown across the globe.