The Perfect Feild

Among the farmers of the Oligarchy, there is a quiet legend, the story of The Perfect Field.

It is said that somewhere, hidden beyond reach, lies a field where the earth gives without end. Crops grow taller than men, fruits hang heavy year-round, and no sickness or drought ever touches the soil. Some claim it is the gods' reward, a blessing from Ba-Rhad or Rae-Diant. Others whisper it is Jor-Done's trick, a dream forever just out of reach. A few darkly joke that if it exists, House Mendel has already seized, monopolized and taxed it.

No one agrees on where it might be. Some say it lies deep in House Gelbvieh’s lands, guarded by ancient beasts. Others think it waits in the wild jungle of the League of Iamel-zed. A few believe it exists only after death, for those who lived a life of toil and faith.

Yet the truth matters little.

In a world ruled by hunger, cruelty, and the whims of the Noble Houses, The Perfect Field offers something rare. Hope. Around campfires and crumbling inns, farmers tell the tale to their children. Not because they expect to find it, but because they must believe that somewhere, life can still be fair.

And so, even if no soul ever finds it, they keep planting.

And maybe that is enough.