Life Without Death, a Guide to Haven
Themes of Haven
Horror FantasyLife within Haven is fantastical in nature but horrific in design. Rotting creatures with carrion still fresh on their breath roam the land in the hunt for their next meal. Tormented spirits of the beaten, murdered, and discarded seek vengeance on the living through acts of mental trauma so severe many are driven to take their own lives. Magic may allow miracles to be performed but on Haven, even miracles have a cost.
Death has DiedLady Death herself has been slain by the Nine, the prominent deities of Haven. The dead are no longer given rest but instead roam the world with nothing short of hatred in their hearts for the living. Each day the races of Haven strive to survive each night while listening to their loved ones cry out their names in hunger. Without the finality of death, the only thing the living have to look forward to is an endless unlife of misery.
Madness LurksViolence. Homicide. Cannibalism. Necrophilia. When the world turned against the living, their minds began to crack. The void where morality, compassion, and civil decency was has been filled with deep, hungering madness they cannot contain. This very madness is worshipped like a god and held above all others. Those that have the will to resist its call are often broken by those who have accepted it with zeal.
The Region of Haven
Isolated & DesperateSecluded from the rest of Ravare, Haven is found between the Throat to the north and the Dust Peaks to the south. Connected to the rest of the continent by the Wyld the region has become isolated from the rest of the world.
It is unknown if the Unfallen plague exists only within Haven. This very thought has lead to a few mass exoduses either across the Blacksea or through the madness-inducing Wylds.
It is said that within Bastion there is a path through the Throat of the World that allows the disgustingly rich to trade Haven's main export, Blackstone, to the outside world. But rumors spread through Haven faster than the hungering dead.
We spoke to the Faefolk about the lands past the Wyld. They did not answer with their voices but with their eyes. Empty, soulless, and half mad. We spoke to the Weirdfolk about the lands across the sky. They did not answer with their voices but with their bodies. Broken, warped, and half mad.
It was then we knew we were alone.