Victoerennezia

Victoerennezia is a nation that has turned decay into beauty and ruin into strength. Shrouded in overgrowth, its sprawling cities rise atop the moss-covered ruins of their predecessors, each layer of ruin serving as both foundation and reminder. The Victoerens, as its people are known, hold sacred their worship of Arvore, the so-called Goddess of Nature and Renewal. To the rest of Thalas, where it's widely believed for Thalas herself to be the sole goddess in the world, Arvore is dismissed as a false deity—a heretical invention that glorifies rot and death—but to the Victoerens, she is the pulse of the world itself, commanding every creeping vine and blooming fungus that reclaims the land. Once persecuted and hunted for their faith, the Victoerens retreated into isolation, letting nature consume their old cities and build anew atop the ruins. What outsiders see as a kingdom of rot, the faithful see as proof of Arvore’s eternal cycle of life, death, and rebirth.

This reverence for decay extends to every part of their way of life, even their warcraft. The Victoerennezian navy is infamous across Thalas—its warships massive, vine-laden fortresses of wood and iron that seem alive. The hulls of these vessels are entangled with venomous flora that drip corrosive sap and exude toxic spores, making them nearly impossible to board. Their sails, woven from living moss, repair themselves when torn, and their decks bloom with blossoms that open in the heat of battle, releasing clouds of poisonous pollen. To see a Victoerennezian fleet emerge from the fog is to glimpse a moving forest upon the sea—silent, suffocating, and unstoppable. Though feared by many and condemned by most, Victoerennezia has earned a begrudging respect across the Sisterworlds for its strength, endurance, and unwavering faith in a goddess that others would call blasphemy. In their eyes, decay is not death—it is simply nature taking back what was always hers.