Hills, Plains, and Valleys:

Everwealth’s hills and plains stretch like a sleeping beast beneath the skies, rolling amber fields, fog-touched valleys, and ridgelines crowned with swaying grass or broken stone. The first explorers once called it “a gentle land,” mistaking distance for safety. But the further one travels, the more one realizes: there is no gentle land in Everwealth. Here, hills rise suddenly into crags sharp enough to split bone. Valleys twist into echo chambers where screams can last hours. Even the golden plains, the breadbasket of the northern kingdom, host their share of ruin: long-lost battlegrounds, grain-devouring insects, and the glint of bandit steel beneath the stalks. To cross these lands is to court both serenity and slaughter. Farmers till soil where once dragons fed, and wandering merchants vanish between knolls that weren’t there yesterday. Roads crack and vanish underfoot, or reroute themselves entirely after storms or strange phenomena. But for those who dare, these lands reward persistence. Hidden springs, ancient barrows, mineral-rich gullies and soft sunrise horizons, beauty and brutality sharing the same breath. The hills rise, the valleys fall, and the plains roll on… whispering the past beneath every breeze.