>>17162420Oh hey, I was just thinking about writing some /wg/ lore too. Guess I'll post my interpretation here as well.
/wg/ makes its home on a small volcanic island. Once under the rule of a harsh and abusive dictatorship, the creativity of its citizens is now allowed to flourish and expression through the written word is the main practice of all those who live there. Staying fairly neutral in the affairs of other nations, /wg/ can be found hosting visitors from all over. Of note is the above-average amount of trade with the fox kingdom in particular, and that those who set sail for Anya-Petra Island never seem to return. Though perhaps not the most technologically advanced nation, the citizens more than make up for it with their passion, needing no more than a pen and paper to create grand tributes to their deities. By far the most recognizable landmark of /wg/ is the Great Library, a massive archive storing the works of all its citizens. However, all is not peaceful in this seemingly idyll town. On an occasion that came to be known as the Longest Night, a disagreement came about on whether the Great Library should start being opened earlier in the day. In the midst of this argument, the volcano on /wg/’s island erupted, covering the sky in a noxious cloud which blotted out the sun. All the people took this as a sign of the deities’ disapproval of the opposing side, and so began a ferocious battle which killed many. Eventually, the skies cleared, ending the Longest Night, and the denizens of /wg/ settled into a new normal, though those that breathed in too much of the volcano’s toxic fumes were never quite the same afterwards, and occasional rumbles from the volcano continue to this very day.
The roads throughout the city are long and twisted, and those who are not careful often find themselves lost in a maze of alleyways and backroads. Even those who have spent their whole lives on the island can sometimes wander into unfamiliar territory. In fact, those who know the city best often whisper that the city’s pathways are always changing, waxing and waning to some unknown rhythm. While the Great Library is tall enough to be seen from anywhere, those who wish to contribute to its collection will find that getting there can range from a simple stroll to an arduous odyssey depending on the city’s temperament. And to make matters more difficult, deep in the heart of this city stands a massive stone prism, black as night and harder than diamond. No one knows how it first got there, but legends speak of a great treasure hidden within the center of this monolith. Writers attempting to add their works to the library may find the road they are on suddenly cut off by this stone, forcing them to search for another path around. Though other authors opt instead to slam their heads into the block repeatedly, hoping to somehow gain access to whatever lies inside it.