Culture:

Our home, the tip of the arrowhead, a moldering ruin... known by many names and filled with just as many people, the land of Everwealth. Said people which inhabit it, a little of every stripe but predominantly Humans and Dwarfish, are often forced to lead laborious, fearful, or downright hopeless existences to some degree amid the ruins of the long dead old world they now inhabit; Tools and amenities which eased the burdens of life either destroyed in The Great Schism or lost with the means to re-create them and the march of time, leaving naught but wagons and rakes to the 'fortunate' few the Schism left alive now tasked to rebuild. Hunger, if not outright starvation are commonplace from lack of resources, everything from plagues to unsanitary practices run rampant from the loss of alchemical sciences. This is, all before speaking of the terrible beasts and nefarious weaponized fringes of society occupying the hundreds of now untamed miles outside the 'safety' of crumbling city walls, preying upon the battered people faster than their ramshackle kingdom can expand outward try as they might. Considering the difficulties this sorry state of affairs puts on the population, most struggling just to survive, it is not uncommon to find those you encounter here physically and mentally drained, with curt, jaded or sarcastic demeanors; If not some degree of deeply superstitious from the abundance of cautionary tales rooted in many folk's upbringing in attempt to stave off the abundant, horrific misfortunes plaguing their daily lives for future generations.

There stands plenty of indignance and paranoia to go around, these concerns are unfortunately justifiable for the most part, however, even the darkest clouds have a silver lining. Life here although haunted greatly by its violent past past thrives in some regards. For instance The Monarchy following the Schism was founded on firm principles of independence for it's people; All (law abiding) folk here are free to choose their own destiny, say whatever they choose, wear whatever they please, no one to stop them from leaving everything behind to be brutally mutilated braving the woodlands in the sake of adventure if they so choose. This freedom of expression, unlike in more restrictive societies such as that of the Feudalistic Elfese which ration very specific diets and censor 'problematic' spoken beliefs, has fostered among the Everwealthy people a palette of unique arts, fashions, and opinionated personalities rivaled arguably by none. There is also to consider that as a form of levity from the relatively dour day-to-day lives the Everwealthy lead, folk here are known to take as many opportunities as possible to host festivals, carnivals, even banquets on the rare occasion there's enough food to go around; Or take any excuse to drown their sorrows with ales and Smallfolk meads. In any case, there are so many traditions, table manners and terrible tales you'll likely never hear them all, but you would be wise to learn one or two, folk here with the depths of their despair are not... forgiving... when crossed.