The Erthen Isles—“Where liberty breathed its first breath.” The harsh heat has forged some of the finest warriors and tacticians to ever live, yet to speak only of their martial prowess would be a disservice. The Erthens are also masterful in agriculture, with the often lush highlands yielding a bounty of fruit, flowers, spices, and herbs. Their cuisine, while celebrated, is not for the faint of heart—often described by outsiders as too flavourful, as though the Erthen tongue and throat have long since been rendered immune to heat.
Having personally sampled their cooking, I can attest to the searing fire that lingered in my gullet. Alas, it sat poorly in my belly the next morning, as I discovered all too vividly. But I digress.
The Isles themselves are enchanting, none more so than the Spear Isle—a narrow stretch of land that reaches its pinnacle at Spear Point. This is where every Erthen warrior earns their place. The breathtaking views and grandeur of the place inspire a zeal in initiates that is almost tangible—I have felt it myself, nearly losing my heart to a violent way of life, held fast only by honour, unity, and dignity.
The Erthen Isles—“Where liberty breathed its first breath.” The harsh heat has forged some of the finest warriors and tacticians to ever live, yet to speak only of their martial prowess would be a disservice. The Erthens are also masterful in agriculture, with the often lush highlands yielding a bounty of fruit, flowers, spices, and herbs. Their cuisine, while celebrated, is not for the faint of heart—often described by outsiders as too flavourful, as though the Erthen tongue and throat have long since been rendered immune to heat.
Having personally sampled their cooking, I can attest to the searing fire that lingered in my gullet. Alas, it sat poorly in my belly the next morning, as I discovered all too vividly. But I digress.
The Isles themselves are enchanting, none more so than the Spear Isle—a narrow stretch of land that reaches its pinnacle at Spear Point. This is where every Erthen warrior earns their place. The breathtaking views and grandeur of the place inspire a zeal in initiates that is almost tangible—I have felt it myself, nearly losing my heart to a violent way of life, held fast only by honour, unity, and dignity.
The Erthen Isles—“Where liberty breathed its first breath.” The harsh heat has forged some of the finest warriors and tacticians to ever live, yet to speak only of their martial prowess would be a disservice. The Erthens are also masterful in agriculture, with the often lush highlands yielding a bounty of fruit, flowers, spices, and herbs. Their cuisine, while celebrated, is not for the faint of heart—often described by outsiders as too flavourful, as though the Erthen tongue and throat have long since been rendered immune to heat.
Having personally sampled their cooking, I can attest to the searing fire that lingered in my gullet. Alas, it sat poorly in my belly the next morning, as I discovered all too vividly. But I digress.
The Isles themselves are enchanting, none more so than the Spear Isle—a narrow stretch of land that reaches its pinnacle at Spear Point. This is where every Erthen warrior earns their place. The breathtaking views and grandeur of the place inspire a zeal in initiates that is almost tangible—I have felt it myself, nearly losing my heart to a violent way of life, held fast only by honour, unity, and dignity.
The Erthen Isles—“Where liberty breathed its first breath.” The harsh heat has forged some of the finest warriors and tacticians to ever live, yet to speak only of their martial prowess would be a disservice. The Erthens are also masterful in agriculture, with the often lush highlands yielding a bounty of fruit, flowers, spices, and herbs. Their cuisine, while celebrated, is not for the faint of heart—often described by outsiders as too flavourful, as though the Erthen tongue and throat have long since been rendered immune to heat.
Having personally sampled their cooking, I can attest to the searing fire that lingered in my gullet. Alas, it sat poorly in my belly the next morning, as I discovered all too vividly. But I digress.
The Isles themselves are enchanting, none more so than the Spear Isle—a narrow stretch of land that reaches its pinnacle at Spear Point. This is where every Erthen warrior earns their place. The breathtaking views and grandeur of the place inspire a zeal in initiates that is almost tangible—I have felt it myself, nearly losing my heart to a violent way of life, held fast only by honour, unity, and dignity.
The Erthen Isles—“Where liberty breathed its first breath.” The harsh heat has forged some of the finest warriors and tacticians to ever live, yet to speak only of their martial prowess would be a disservice. The Erthens are also masterful in agriculture, with the often lush highlands yielding a bounty of fruit, flowers, spices, and herbs. Their cuisine, while celebrated, is not for the faint of heart—often described by outsiders as too flavourful, as though the Erthen tongue and throat have long since been rendered immune to heat.
Having personally sampled their cooking, I can attest to the searing fire that lingered in my gullet. Alas, it sat poorly in my belly the next morning, as I discovered all too vividly. But I digress.
The Isles themselves are enchanting, none more so than the Spear Isle—a narrow stretch of land that reaches its pinnacle at Spear Point. This is where every Erthen warrior earns their place. The breathtaking views and grandeur of the place inspire a zeal in initiates that is almost tangible—I have felt it myself, nearly losing my heart to a violent way of life, held fast only by honour, unity, and dignity.