"The birthplace and envy of civilization."-Ancient Elfese Sentiment.
It is uncertain truly how much of Everwealth's past has been lost to history, what cities once stood amid The Grandgleam Forest, the nature of those who ruled them or why. The relentless invasion of Devils many years ago, immediately followed by a golem falling from the sky like a divine comet that drowned the world in tides and magma; Forcing the broken, fatigued survivors into The Great Schism to fight over what remained for the next hundred years... Left little but ashen ruins to decipher once the fog of war would finally subside. What is, mostly certain, is that of an old Elf kingdom that once sat atop nearly every grain of soil here, now remains less than thirty tumbledown townships across a thousand jagged, mountainous miles littered with rubble of purpose long-since forgotten. These handful of settlements are the only thing propping Everwealth up; The only distribution of it's resources, the only protection of it's far-flung borders or from the marauders, wrathful spirits and rabid animals striding the long, long roads between them. This would seem an undesirable state of affairs, because it is, however the border nations of Kibonoji and Kathar do not fare much better, so there is at least no particular imbalance of power between The Three Lands, for now. Yet in a testament to either ceaseless will or perhaps downright stubbornness, facing widespread starvation and ceaseless dangers just outside their every wall, it still hasn't stopped them from trying to kill each other.