In the decades since the Eldritch War, the Seasons Calendar has become the communal way to mark the days, no matter the race or origin of those that call the world of Isekai their home.
Centuries before even the Divine Races of Isekai would set foot upon the land, the gods found themselves divided by their tenets, choosing to fall in line with those others that shared their thoughts.
The large Kingdoms of Isekai agreed upon a standard trade for the value of metals. This allowed each area to mint their own coins with images and historical icons but still have them be useful during trade during travels to far off lands.
Everyone has a horseshoe, a nail, a set of armor lying around. Even those considered poor are not without these simple items.— Unknown
As long as the Human Empire has needed protection from those on the fringes that wished to harm either the rulers or the Empire, so has existed the Night Guard, a well-trained force of men and women that took their duty to their country to heart.
Ornate writing shines in various colors against the drab background of the parchment. A Wizard rests bent over the paper, finishing the last lines of a spell. This finely decorated parchment will soon find its home in a shop, ready to be sold.
Adamantite is a precious commodity, one that the Dwarves hold more dear than anything else that comes from the mines of the world.
A pile of what seems to be discarded gemstones rests in the corner of a forgotten cave, glittering even in the darkness. Deep scratches line the floor, bringing those that enter to pause, but the large grooves have long since been blanketed in dust.
The stone walls of Libra's Hearth are lined with small lace bags of white petals, some from months ago, others freshly sealed and waiting. What rests within these bags are the lifeblood of the town of Serebi and those that make it their home.