Disasters and Tragedies:

Everwealth’s history is not a tapestry of triumphs but The Great Schism's graveyard of victims, calamities so numerous that scholars no longer attempt to count them. Mines collapse, swallowing workers whose families will never know where to mourn. Whole districts vanish beneath storm or fire, leaving only soot where lives once clung to hope. Caravans sink into bogs, fleets disappear in fog, and entire villages wake to find the world reshaped by forces uncaring and unseen. Tragedy here is not rare, it is routine, a grim reality that shapes every birth and buries most ambitions along with the lives' of countless folk since The Civil Age began. From nobles in high citadels to paupers in rotting tenements, all walk beneath the same shadow, though corruption ensures the powerful bleed far less than those beneath them. Some disasters are so frequent they blur into background noise, yet a handful, by scale or cruelty, still manage to stand apart, haunting the kingdom like open wounds that never fully close. In Everwealth, survival is not expected, it is merely borrowed time.