"The birthplace and envy of civilization."-Ancient Elfese Sentiment.
It is uncertain how much of Everwealth's past has been lost to its violent history. What cities once stood amid The Grandgleam Forest, the nature of those who ruled them or the reasons as to why. The relentless warfare of The Great Schism left little but ashes to sift-through once the fighting was done. Fighting that destroyed so much of the world, five centuries since it ended society has still barely bounced back. For every settlement raised from the soil three more are lost to the frontier. Dragons, winter, a witches' curse, Everwealth's burdens are very many, and so progress in any form is very little. What is, mostly certain, is that of an old Elfese kingdom that once sat atop nearly every grain of soil, remains less than thirty tumbledown settlements across a thousand jagged, mountainous miles littered with ruins. This meagre handful is the only thing propping Everwealth up; The only distribution of it's resources, the only protection of it's far-flung borders or from the marauders, wrathful spirits and rabid animals striding the long roads between them. This would seem an undesirable state of affairs, because it is, however the border nations of Kibonoji and Kathar do not fare much better, so there is at least no particular imbalance of power between The Three Lands, for now. Yet in a testament to either ceaseless will or perhaps downright stubbornness, facing widespread starvation and ceaseless dangers just outside their every wall, it still hasn't stopped them from trying to kill each other.