The Kingdom of Welandar has been a place in my head for quite some time now. It’s obscured by mist that ebbs and flows over it. Sometimes I can see the kingdom with reasonable clarity. Oft times, however, I can’t make out the details and features that it contains.
I do know it’s been around for generations. Many kings and queens have occupied the castle in the capital city of the same name. The side-by-side thrones that are placed on a raised dais in The Great Hall have born many souls of noble standing. Some have been benevolent personas – kind, fair and generous. Others… well… not so much. Welandar is no stranger to struggle and strife. It is also no stranger to greatness in its time.
It is a sizable kingdom given its population. Welandar, the city, is quite large with many supporting communities within 10 or so leagues. But there are other smaller cities, towns and villages that are up to many hundreds of leagues from the capital. There are considerable distances between them, in some cases, with nothing but wilderness, and yet, all are considered to be within the borders of the kingdom. In their varying histories, being part of the Kingdom of Welandar has mostly been by choice… mostly.
Want to go for a walk and find out more about this land?