"The instrument left wounds so terrible not even the boy's mother could stand to look upon his body. The child she brought to term, fed, clothed, raised under her roof; Gone forever, made into bloodied rags spattering the dirt. A far too common tragedy here, and one I will not soon forget..." -Peregrine, Adam. 401 CA. The Wayward Masses. Axe-Break, Scholar's Guild.
Weaponry in Everwealth has always been a double-edged sword. From the first sharpened stones to the most advanced firearms of the Lost Ages, the tools of war have grown ever more devastating, enabling not just survival but wholesale slaughter. What began as a means of defense has spiraled into an arms race that consumes lives, resources, and even the very foundations of civilization. Like firearms of old, born of a noble idea to level the playing field against oppressive mages, now stand as grim relics of a world undone by its own ingenuity. Weapons that once brought hope to the powerless now lie rusting in the ruins of shattered cities, their lethal legacy enduring in the primitive muskets and crossbows of today. But the cycle of violence they unleashed, empowering the weak while making destruction effortless, remains unbroken, still grinding nations and ideals into dust.
Far from attempting to move-past this brutal legacy, the folk of Everwealth have instead doubled down, scavenging the weapons of the past to fuel the wars of the present. Salvaged firearms and explosives, priceless relics of the Lost Ages, find their way into the hands of the desperate and the ambitious, ensuring that every grudge, every border dispute, and every act of rebellion is waged with catastrophic consequences. The Scholar’s Guild may dream of restoring the glory of lost technologies, but they know all too well that weapons are often the first relics sought and the last to be forgotten. For every invention that promises to heal or build, there are ten that exist only to maim and destroy. The cycle continues, an endless march toward another apocalypse of our own making, as even the weakest now wield the means to tear down the strongest. If Everwealth ever ends, it will not be by famine or plague, it will be by the hand of a man with a weapon he barely understands, turning its power toward a neighbor he never knew to fear.