Something Out of Nothing
The world of Faun is home to only one populated continent. Due to the world’s constant and rapidly changing climate, all quests to discover other land masses have been in vain. This is not so say anyone has given up, and the hope that the grass is greener still springs eternal in the hearts of Faun’s citizens, even though no explorer has ever come back alive. Each year a festival is held to celebrate the fallen and inspire a new generation to sail out to their inevitable deaths.
The festival takes place in each major town along the continent’s main Trade route, in the order the lands were explored. The length of the festivals vary from year to year, but whole towns cease work for days, even weeks, in preparation — and of course, enjoyment — of the ceremonies. During the festivals, there is dancing, local delicacies, and many rituals of both towns and nations.
It didn’t start this way. No, it was smaller, once. Long before the current figureheads, a benevolent king ruled the land: Magnis Kvothe. Realizing his people felt despair after the loss of their loved ones to such a worthless cause, he began a small ritual, lasting two nights only, to honor those lost and assert their place as true heroes. It worked and ushered in a period of peace lasting decades.
The ruling party, however, has changed. The king, of the impression that his bloodline would be as fit to rule as he was, passed his kingdom into the hands of his son, Drakovich. He, in turn, had two twin boys, Yarvik and Vladistav. Being a father before a king, he gave each of his sons equal pieces of the land to rule. The border between these segments is marked with mountains, though are passable. The two kings rarely come in direct contact, though they harbor an utter hatred for each other and see their kin as a foe standing in the way of their eventual takeover of the entire continent.
As long as Drakovich Kvothe is alive, the land will stay in perpetual peace. But the man is old and on his deathbed. The people of Faun wait for the final breath of their king, knowing full well the precarious state of their nation — and their lives.