o travel across Mornea would be complete without a long visit to the Khaliman Lands. No traveler can claim to have seen the most wonderful sights of this world without first seeing the many faces of the Khaliman Republic. These lands offer beautiful variations to bewitch the senses: the singing of the dunes of the Asfar Desert, the harmonic melodies of the Halib Mountains, the lamenting of the green meadows on the edge of the Sea of Serenity.

But the Kaliman Republic is not just natural wonders; a traveler in search of marvels must also wander the labyrinth of streets and canals of the capital city of the Republic: Shadukiam.

Built on the water that is the birth element of the Khalimans, the town exhales a perfume of incense and spices, a subtle fragrance of musk and cinnamon. The city is an open book, dedicated to art in all its forms. The arts of painting and sculpture were born there, architecture blossoms in its majestic buildings and literature and poetry are used daily by its inhabitants. This love of words, combined with the nobility of their souls and their affinity for justice and balance led the Khaliman to become the ambassadors among the inhabitants of Mornea. The Khaliman sheiks are diplomats as well as judges; and travel the continent to arbitrate the debates and disagreements of the various nations.

For the Khalimans every activity is a chance to search for subtlety and grace. They have set themselves the goal of discovering beauty in all things. While the sheiks apply this philosophy to their mediations, their warriors apply it to combat. All their movements, from the most brutal attack to the most exquisite parry are components of a complex and extremely precise choreography. It is truly a dance that all practice. A dance that some, known as Dervishes, push to perfection in the deadly grace of the Kaliman combat style