Culture:

Our home, the tip of the arrowhead, a moldering ruin... known by many names and filled with just as many people, the land of Everwealth. Said people, a little of every stripe, are forced to lead laborious existences amid the ruins of the long dead old world they now inhabit. Tools that once eased the burdens of life either destroyed in The Great Schism or lost with the means to re-create them and the march of time. Leaving naught but wagons and rakes; Or the real chance they may have to sell their family members into slavery to afford food, to the 'fortunate' few the Schism left alive. These folk number far too many, with far too little work or resources available to guarantee everyone a chance at survival. Even then, grueling hours and poor conditions make employment little-better. Everything from plagues to unsanitary practices run rampant from the loss of scientific understanding. This is, all before speaking of the terrible beasts and nefarious weaponized fringes of society occupying the hundreds of now untamed miles outside the 'safety' of crumbling city walls, preying upon them faster than their ramshackle kingdom can expand. Considering the difficulties of this sorry state, most struggling just to survive, it is not uncommon to find those you encounter here physically scarred and mentally drained with jaded or sarcastic demeanors; If not deeply superstitious from the abundance of cautionary tales rooted in many folk's upbringing in attempt to stave off the abundant horrors plaguing their daily lives.

There is plenty to hate about Everwealth. Folk here are afforded little-to-no luxury, often simply doing the best they can, working their fingers to the bone in run-down factories paying off their loans or just hoping to survive their next winter. But light does seep through the cracks. Life here although haunted by its violent past past thrives in, some, regards. For instance The Monarchy was founded on principles of independence for it's people; All, law abiding, folk here are free to choose their own destiny, say whatever they choose (on-paper), wear whatever they please, no one stopping them from leaving everything behind to be mutilated chasing riches in the woods if they so wish. This freedom of expression, unlike in societies such as that of the Elfese who censor 'problematic' spoken beliefs at the end of a blade, has fostered among the Everwealthy a palette of unique arts, fashions, and opinionated personalities rivaled by none. There is also to consider that as a form of levity from the relatively dour day-to-day lives folk here lead, they are known to take as many opportunities as possible to host festivals, carnivals, even banquets on the rare occasion there's enough food to go around; If-not just take any excuse to drown their sorrows with Alcohol. In any case, there are so many traditions, table manners and terrible tales you'll likely never hear them all, but you would be wise to learn one or two, folk here with the depths of their despair are not... forgiving... when crossed.