Famine came not like a storm loud and sudden but like a slow curse, creeping through the soil, hollowing out the grain, and turning every promise to dust.

The land that once fed your ancestors golden fields and stone granaries withered under the weight of hunger. The lords of the old kingdom, bloated and blind, slammed the gates shut and barred the roads. They kept what was left for themselves.

You and your kin were cast out peasants deemed unworthy of the last harvest.

You wandered, days and nights, until you reached the edge of the known world where no banners fly, where the spirits whisper freely, and where the land is still untamed.

Here, you have found a place. Scarred. Wild. Full of danger and full of potential.

You must build a home, defend your people, and carve your tribe’s name into the world. The gods watch. The beasts stir. Other tribes already smell blood.

Your people have nothing and therefore, everything to gain.

Where have you settled?

>Ashen Wastes- Blackened volcanic badlands with fertile ash soil in valleys. Rich in obsidian and rare minerals.

>Sunforge Plateau- Windswept highlands rich in copper and iron, but with thin, rocky soil. Excellent for fortresses, poor for farming.

>Stormbreak Coast- Rocky seaside cliffs constantly battered by waves; excellent fishing and trade potential, but weather is brutal.

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