Calvasset
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“The gods turned their faces long ago. The land remembers, though. It remembers every lie, every broken oath, every buried sin. Nothing stays dead in Calvasset for long.”
— Archivist Tholmere, executed for heresy, 34th of Harrowtide, Year 724 CVC.
Calvasset is not ruled, it is endured. It is a fractured, haunted world scarred by forgotten wars, dead gods, and unspoken bargains. Empires rise like bloated corpses, only to rot into ruin. The land is ancient, the trees whisper haunting truths, and something deep beneath its soil is always listening.