Jorgora is a mound or ruin of indeterminate purpose and origin in an isolated northern region of the Cirsovan Empire, on the edge of the ice sheets.  It was discovered by imperial cartographers who were surveying the boundaries of Ungoza following its annexation.  It lays along the southern ice sheet, nestled in a corridor between the GreatNorthernForests and the GatlianMountains, completely isolated from the rest of Ungoza.  Though it is within the boundaries of province, it is considered inaccessible, except for the southern approach from Davou in Cirsova.  Because of its remoteness, it has not been studied extensively.

The mound takes its name from the legendary Jorgora, whose origins are extolled in a handful of surviving fragments written in the Northern tongue; whether the mound in Ungoza and the mound in the stories are the same is unknown.  Interestingly, descriptions of fabled Jorgora in late pre-contact Polaran writings closely match the geographic features of the mound and its location.

Some scholars, such as Garick Hellos of Owen, have proposed that the Tyuravelinai may have discovered the mound and attributed this mysterious outcropping with mystical properties, ascribing the legend of Jorgora to it.  The mound would have been located at the far, southern range of their civilization and in a particularly isolated region, adding to its mystery and fascination; accounts of Jorgora on the edge of the ice date back only as far as late Polaran writings.  If this is the case, legendary Jorgora and this mound could be one in the same.

The legend of Jorgora, in brief, is as follows:

The ancient Northern Folk, the Tyuravelinai, believed that powerful dreamers could manifest their dreams in the waking world as well as in the dreaming world.*  Jorgora was built both in the waking world and the dreaming world by an unnamed individual who had consumed a large quantity of Shuul.  Apparently, an undertaking as large as the construction of a palace would have required consuming an inadvisably large dose of Shuul, thereby rendering the dreamer, regardless of power, inanimate for such a period of time that severe dehydration and death could occur.  Thus, the creator died, with his dream palace becoming an eternal tomb for his mind.

Jorgora is therefore seen as an allegory for reaching for grandiose and impractical goals with poor preparation or foresight.

In addition to following the valley north from Davou, some have claimed that Jorgora may be visited by direct route by the Shuul users of Polaris, though the validity of any such account is going to be in question.  Individuals visiting the mound by this method describe Jorgora as a radically different place than the one which adventurers may find through natural means.

*: This conclusion may be inaccurate.  Shuul’s role in the Northern Civilization is not fully understood.  A growing minority of scholars also believe that the legend of Jorgora, at least as we understand it today, is uniquely Polaran, with any connection to the old Tyuravelinai tenuous at best, as no manuscripts recording this oral tale pre-date any last known inhabitation of Elefloe or any other cities of the Northern Folk, save Polaris, whose inhabitants never speak to outsiders about the fall of their civilization in the wake of the growing ice sheet.

Jorgora, a Poem

As translated by Garick Hellos of Owen.
(presented without annotation)

Who was, indeed, the greatest sleeper?
And Who was a mason and a craftsman
And a scholar? That none went deeper
Than he who built Jorgora.

Such a grand and majestic undertaking,
That king or wizard could commission.
Between the bounds of dreams and waking
That he did build Jorgora.

Imbibing Shuul, and lain on straw,
Some northern elf or mighty dreamer
Closed his eyes, and there he saw
The grounds around Jorgora.

As the evening sunlight died,
He dreamed of a forbidden act
That no great dreamer yet had tried,
His thoughts upon Jorgora.

The somnambulistic artisan raised
His hands, issued forth command.
The workers’ dancing torch fires blazed
Round what would be Jorgora.

Trenches dug and trenches filled,
The stones in place, the towers high,
Thought he might a palace build,
The palace of Jorgora!

The sun rode burning in one world,
Though time stood still for fools,
The dreamer’s banners were unfurled
On the walls of grand Jorgora.

A hunger fell upon the men,
Who’d labored through the dream,
And then nightmare settled in,
A Barrow was Jorgora!

All there and, with a sick and dying sound,
The great halls and the courts did sink,
Consumed by the grassy fields around
The tomb that was Jorgora.

He could not awaken from his dream,
Nor those he’d found to help him.
From his bed there was no scream
From he who dreamed Jorgora.