Vassal of Malespero
Words: "Prey to none."
Sigil: Three blue sharks in a circle, surrounding Caina
Colors: Light and Dark Blue
House Inverno: Historically, Inverno has had a strained relationship with its liege house Argento. As Argento got comfortable in Nilanza, many of the corsairs loyal to the family bristled at the softening that seemed to accompany their growing legitimacy, blades set down in favor of trade agreements. Whether the marquis meant to placate his rivals or inspire a revolt he was sure he could quell, he bestowed the arid, unforgiving island of Caina upon one of his more vocal opponents, Gregario Inverno. Most did not expect House Inverno to thrive upon the island so ill-favored by the tradewinds, the rocky terrain unsuitable for either growing or building, and yet the house has persisted through stubbornness and self-reliance.
Recent generations have worked to bridge the gap between vassal and liege, though most speculate that their bonding has been built upon illegal and illicit activities. House Inverno refutes the rumors that the county is rife with pirates, maintaining that they are loyal and law-abiding, that their people are fishermen and mercenaries, hard folks who know how to survive. Their fishing industry isn't strong enough to support the growth Caina's seen of late.
With the conquest of House Argento's Nilanza, Inverno bent the knee to Duchess Belladonna Pravus and Nilanza's new Marquessa, Lianne. The Countess Nicia was installed to oversee Caina but has since abdicated to marry into House Laurent, leaving the new Count Donato Inverno as ruler of Caina.
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Description: Most would deem the rocky, arid island of Caina uninhabitable. The island's inhabitants have determinedly defied those expectations generation after generation, building a sprawling city amid the cliffs. Caina is a maze of tangling avenues which open into hidden oases as frequently as thieves' dens, difficult for the non-native to navigate. For all that its people are rugged and rough around the edges, they are yet fiercely passionate, set on living life as suits them best, decidedly Lycene in their contempt convention.