Fratri Hominis

As with all Fratri Hominis markets, that of Dolentis is white; from its alabaster pillars and moonstone roof, to its nightly-painted whitewashed walls, everything about the market reminds the visiting merchant of the central tenet of the Fratri Hominis credo – racial purity. To be a pureblood human here is to be the elite, and as such, the best prices and the finest goods are to be had. Not so, the merchants of other races, for they are treated as the underdogs they are believed to be, and are subject to many sanctions and open humiliation. The Greenskin merchant however, may consider himself to be the most fortunate of non-human traders... for mostly, he will never be allowed through the city gates, much less be allowed to trade with the Fratri Hominis.

With its pillars of purest white alabaster, roof of shining moonstone, and nightly-painted whitewashed walls, the market of Doloria is truly a sight to behold... even non-humans readily admit this. For the pureblood human trader, Doloria’s market is a wondrous place; many bargains are to be had, and, it is said, the Dolorian merchants are among the most civilised and refined in all Elgea. For others however, it is a different story; the Fratri Hominis makes no secret of the fact that, for those of other races, or of impure blood, they inflate their prices – in fact, it seems they take great delight in it. Given the sanctions placed upon the non-human trader (no looking directly into the eyes of any pureblood human, no inspecting of goods before buying, no recourse or refunds on substandard goods, no trading in silk, velvet or other luxury fabrics, no trading in books, scientific equipment, gems, precious metals, or weapons, no shoes to be worn in the marketplace... the list goes on), the biggest wonder of the Dolorian market is why any other race would even consider trading with the Fratri Hominis.

It has been reported by many that the market of Veritas is like no other, and this is certainly true, for unlike the colourful markets of the Illyria Trade Council, or the dun stalls of the Pax Orcana, the Veritas centre of commerce is completely white. Whiter than a Daedalon’s eye. Whiter than the arrogant rage of a thwarted Lannigold. Its pillars are crafted from the finest alabaster. Its roof from polished moonstone. And the walls are repainted each and every night by an army of Fratri Hominis domestics, so that with each new day, all who do business here may be reminded of the importance of racial purity.