Fellow Citizens, I know none of us need reminding of the horrors of the past. The selfish pride and fury of that most foul of Summerlords drove him to unmake our homland [...] But think, now. It is well known to us that this was the work of a monarch
"When the Kingdom of Ngavar was ravaged by flame, what was then called the Temple of the Virulent Green was one of the few structures to survive the devastation."
There is no even which has shaped Ngavari culture like the Sundering of Ngavar. What began as rebellion against Nimean authority—merely one of many—came to an abrupt and dire conclusion.
Upon the banks of the fair river lorn, / As motes of light did waft from morning sun / Down to the writhing tangle of the heap / Of vine and branch and fern and bush of Trogh, / Spirit to guide and guard the city surround
One of the few surviving creatures which had been endemic to Ngavar before the Sundering
Among the Ngavari of old, marriage was a deeply spiritual and personal affair. Though often undertaken for purposes of business or politics, the act of nuptial union was incredibly intimate.
"In all my travels, the small town of Nafiri Zal is probably among the most surreal locations I have seen."
"The malignant hunters of the Ashen Wastes."