The climate of this region is mild, with rains from late spring through the end of the summer. Though much of the “bald head” of the peninsula is a baking savannah, its many river systems help sustain antelope, caimans, panthers, and peccaries.
There are two cultures here—Purple and Green.
Purple are a modest people, living a stable, comfortable life on the very beak of the peninsula. Though once under the thumb of a burgeoning theocracy, the southern Purple townships overthrew their despotic overlords in favor of a loose egalitarianism sustained by fertile soils. Cultists still haunt the swamps that encroach on the old capital, hoping to drown unwary victims in their esoteric midnight rituals.
Green’s prosperous capital rests on the eastern coast—the “back” of the buzzard’s head—well-positioned at the heart of the central floodplain. Despite early failures to establish colonies deeper in the peninsula, intrepid explorers have made headway finding an area suitable for a grand port along the north coast. With more direct access to the sea, Green intends to further develop its fishing and scientific interests.

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