"The birthplace and envy of civilization."-Ancient Elfese Proverb
It is uncertain truly how much of Everwealth's past has been lost to history, what cities once stood amid the Grandgleam, the nature of those who ruled them or the circumstances as to why. A relentless invasion of demon armies many years ago, immediately followed by a dragon possessed by a God falling from the sky like a divine comet that drowned the world in tides and magma; Forcing the already fatigued survivors into a desparate century-long Great Schism over what remained... Left little but ashen ruins to decipher once the fog of ceaseless war would finally subside. What is, mostly, certain is that of an old Elfese kingdom that sat atop nearly every grain of soil here, now remains less than thirty tumbledown townships across a thousand jagged, mountainous miles littered with rubble of purpose long-since forgotten. These last bastions of civilization post-schism, are the only thing propping up Everwealth society, distributing it's resources, the only protection of it's far-flung borders or from the marauders, wrathful spirits and rabid animals 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 lines which divide the Three Lands... for now. Yet in a testament to either ceaseless will or perhaps downright stubbornness, facing widespread starvation, inhospitable former battlegrounds they are damned to live in and ceaseless dangers just outside their every wall, it still hasn't stopped them from trying to kill each other.