Railoch once bore another name, but it was lost along with the civilization that fell victim to the disastrous storms that linger. Sages speak of a people that lived on the plains, trading goods, living in peace, and hoping for rain. The sages also speak of these people who were master engineers, capable of constructing golems to aid them. When the storms finally came, the people’s voices rose in prayer, thanking the gods for the bounty. But there was a mage that lived among them, a man who sought to harness the power of the storms. The legends tell of how he climbed to a high peak, calling to the storm so that he may harness its power in an enchanted artifact. He was never heard from again.

Whether or not the mage was successful remains unknown, but the storm continues to this very day. Whatever ritual the mage performed remains unknown, but what is certain is that the region is a unique feature of Parvpora. Powerful bolts of lightning batter the landscape with a relentless tattoo, indifferent to where they strike. Buildings remain, though they are now ruins, scorched from the constant assault. In the past, efforts have been made to channel the lightning into immense metal rods erected on high points of the plains, but have made little difference. The towering rods are eaten by rust from the constant rain and do nothing more than add to the many dangers in Railoch.

What would draw adventurers to such a place? The people of the lost civilization were renowned for their skills of giant golem construction, many of whom wander Railoch to this day. But no longer are they the benign, helpful servants constructed to assist the towns. Without a master, they wander the plains, cannibalizing their own kind for parts, attacking anything in sight. The knowledge of building them has been lost, and the Mages of Iria and Karith will pay generously for any information, insights or designs, and especially pieces of the golems themselves if brought back.

Because of the persistent thunderstorm overhead, much of Railoch remains an inhospitable wasteland filled to the brim with ruins and strange machines leftover from a bygone era. However, despite the tempest's best efforts, the heart of civilization still beats in the eye of its storm. Gobethio, the once-abandoned city now called the motherland of Revaliir's archaeologists, stands as the last city yet to succumb to the sky's unending fury.

No one is quite sure how Gobethio has lasted so long; not even the inhabitants themselves. It is one of Parvpora's greatest mysteries, especially given the city's remnant, advanced technologies. Gobethio is the only major settlement in all of Revaliir that is known for having hydraulic and electrical power. The entire city, while Adelunian in architectural style, is lined with magical conduits and aqueducts that harness power from the storms overhead and channel it into luxuries that the rest of the world can only dream about. From trams throughout the city to indoor plumbing and electrical lights, Gobethio has many comforts that no one else has been able to recreate.

As for the city itself, it is quite sprawling even if more of a research outpost than a typical settlement. Some sight-seeing focuses can be found here and there, thanks to the elevated city center and many waterfalls that flow down to the boundaries. There are also trading hubs and inns scattered throughout the city's limits, but these are hardly the main focus of Gobethio's splendor. The numerous guilds and their halls that dot the landscape capture that role, especially with their tendency toward ornate design. Gobethio's residents are particularly fascinated with lights, and so they often devote a great amount of resources toward flashy buildings when they want to impress.

Yet despite this shiny and bustling exterior, Gobethio does play host to a multitude of secrets. The reason for its high volume of archaeologists is because of the oddities that surround the settlement. The implementation of all of its technology, save for the production of additional lightning rods, light fixtures, and pipes, is completely lost on anyone that lives there now. What lies above ground and what has been implemented or repaired since the city was first resettled is not nearly grand enough to provide all of the creature comforts that the people have come to expect. There are vaults of machinery deep underground, guarded by traps and unspeakable monsters. The archaeologists have gotten rich off of the wonders within that they have managed to plunder, but no one is sure how far down the complex goes or whether it is smart to find out.