"A city burns in an evening, a kingdom falls in a year, and a people are lost in a generation. But grief? Grief lasts forever." -Magister Corliss, The Scriptorium of Catcher’s Rest
The cost of history is often measured in ruin. A mine collapses, burying men whose names will never be spoken again. A fire sweeps through a city quarter, reducing homes and hopes to ash in a single night. A ship sinks with no survivors, its cargo of dreams swallowed by the depths. Everwealth is no stranger to tragedy, nor does it flinch from the horrors it endures. The Pilgrim’s Bridge Collapse, the Great Famine of the Outer Ring, the Storm of Lost Lanterns, each disaster carves its mark upon the land and its people, leaving echoes of sorrow long after the bodies have been buried.