This grand city of Parvpora had once been known as the head place of worship of the continent's World Tree and its Gods back before their demise. Several altars and shrines were established and scattered throughout the city so that prayers and devotions could be distributed from anywhere throughout Abed. Despite the wickedness of Parvpora' pantheon, the inhabitants themselves were oblivious to that fact, thanks to the Trickster God who clouded their hearts and minds. Even with the destruction of the divine, the effects of the deception had not left the people entirely. They still praise them and believe that one day they will find a way to return.

The city is rather enormous with tall buildings and countless markets spread throughout; many of them carrying rare spices from the gardens that can only be cultivated from Abed itself. Many foreigners are attracted to the city solely to get their hands onto such spices and other merchandise. Around its perimeter lays several farms and gardens, providing the citizens with enough to sell and feast upon during harvests. Gigantic towers stand around Abed, with watchmen constantly on the lookout in case of danger of all forms. The city guards do not take thievery and other rule breaking lightly and may sentence the guilty party to absurd punishments such as dancing upon hot coal for minutes or being chased down by war elephants. The city is ruled by the Sultan, Devdas Mahatma, who is a young man that is more interested in parties and debauchery than of the welfare of his people. Nonetheless, he keeps a watchful eye over it from his palace, which was constructed long ago from the petrified remains of the World Tree by his ancestors.

Celebrations are commonplace and all forms of entertainment are present. Dancers in colorful garbs and costumes swing their hips and interact with the masses, jugglers of blades and fire captivate their audience with death-defying skill and technique, with peacocks and elephants garbed in festival attire accompanying them. The streets are often filled with decorations. Large bonfires burn brightly through the night, their blaze licking at the air as if they themselves are performers as well. Sweet and wondrous smells of food and drink can be smelled from afar, musicians treat people to beautiful and lively music with flutes, drums, and sitars.

Behind its pleasantries seen, however, Abed isn't a totally peaceful place. While the city does worship their departed Gods, some zealous groups of priests and priestesses have taken it to the extreme and meet in secret to undergo immortal rituals and needless sacrifices. Animals are stolen and people are kidnapped off the streets, particularly if they are outsiders and not seen again. Participation in blood and dark magic is fairly common in their ranks. These corrupted individuals continue the work of their dark gods, for they relish in a foolish dream that if they are seen as worthy through their efforts, then they would be chosen as the next line of sinister deities.

Lying outside of the great city of Abed there is a lone bathhouse. It is the only bathhouse in the entire region but it is cheap and beautiful to look at. The structure itself is made out of sparkling white rock found in the region. The entrance is found under a beautiful bellowing white tent-like roof. It flutters gently in the breeze. The windows of the building are tall and arch at the top. Around the edges of the glass are stained glass beautiful smelted together.

The roof of the building consists of two smaller domes on either side and one large dome in the center. They curve up to a point rather than being circular in shape. Bright large gemstones are around where the domes and building connect. The domes themselves are built out of stained glass in gorgeous mosaic pieces. This is just a start to the art of the building.

Once inside the floor is elegant white with mosaic red lotuses every few feet. Pillars go up to the ceiling and are decorated with multicolored garland. A podium stands near the front where a gorgeous tan woman with dark hair awaits to serve someone. She is dressed with a green and gold saree much like the other women who work the bathhouse. From here she will have someone escort one to whatever their dreams may be.

The first room is for deep meditation and general relaxation. Where one would meditate and relax are raised up on platforms a good two feet from the pathway so no one will disturb them. The pathway is in an octagon shape and there are two sets of stairs leads up to the fine upholstered beds and benches. The pillars in this room are designed with bright mosaic shapes going all the way around them. The walls are gold with elegant shapes in gentle hues of red. Along the floor of the octagon there are shapes cut out and inside a candle is housed lit up.

From here there are several rooms for private bathing areas. They are all behind high arched doors decorated with a golden lotus on each door. The baths in this room are not like traditional tubs but are more like a sunken square pool. The bathing area is just as colorful as the rest of the bathhouse. The walls are the same gold with red decor. Also down this hallway are rooms where the women will massage one to make one’s muscles feel loose and better.

Finally at the very end of the building is the large public bathing pool. The room itself is one hundred times more extravagant than the rest of the building. The furniture that line the walls are white seated and the arms and legs gold. Large crystal chandeliers hang in between the large stain glass skylights. The pool itself is very deep and has stairs that lead up and down it.

A tower rises from the seaside cliffs of Abed, surrounded by beautifully manicured gardens and spice trees, a feast for the eyes and nose both. Paths made of various semi-precious stones wind through the area, but they all eventually lead to the center, where Edhit stands tall. The tower itself is a wonder, spiraling into the clouds. The white quartz surface is veined with gold, lending the whole building a shimmering appearance in any light. From the outside, the tower looks a bit odd. One arm rises all the way into the clouds, while the other stops some distance short. The taller tower can be accessed at the base through a massive door of living wood, while the shorter tower has a door of petrified wood. Once inside, it becomes clear as to why the doors and the arms of the tower are very different.

The Tower of Edhit is a monument to the fallen deities of Revaliir. When the Tree of Parvpora fell, the door to its tower became petrified, and the tower’s growth slowed dramatically. While a god still occasionally rises from Parvpora, it is a very rare thing. The tower of Canelux continues to grow every time that a deity falls. While the stewards of the tower will not say exactly how it grows, many rumors abound. Some scholars guess that the Tower was constructed with wood from the two Trees, other believe that the deities themselves blessed the tower to grow and keep watch over the fallen. Every deity that has risen and fallen has their own shrine within the arms of the tower, and many of the visitors are the former clergy of those fallen deities. Each shrine has a physical reminder of that deity, be it a piece of artwork from their temple, a piece of armor worn to their last battle, or their final words spoken as a deity. Some former clergy choose to remain within the Tower of Edhit, keeping sentinel over the last remnant of their deities. Scholars and visitors from all over Revaliir visit to speak with these clerics, and to learn of the fallen deities. Some of the clerics choose to pass their knowledge onto their descendants, as a means of keeping their deity remembered.

Beneath the tower, a massive cavern was found and utilized by the former clerics who tend the shrines. Rooms are carved from the native stone, giving them a place to live and receive visitors. A central kitchen and dining hall also provides a place to gather, as well as a number of common areas. But the central feature to the underground cavern is a large spring that bubbles from the ground with water warm enough to bathe in. It is rumored that the water also slows the aging process due to the proximity of the Tower and its magics. Those whispers seem confirmed by the number of clerics that remain at the tower, even though their deities have passed long from memory.