Welcome To Lavonshia: An Introduction To The Realm

Welcome to Lavonshia: An Introduction to the Realm

Lavonshia is a kingdom that believes it knows itself.

For generations, it has stood united—governed by long-held traditions, protected by a standing army, and shaped by the belief that order is both necessary and good. Its roads are traveled, its borders watched, its people largely untouched by the chaos that plagues other lands. To most who live within it, Lavonshia feels stable. Familiar. Safe.

Power in Lavonshia is not loud. It exists in structure—in banners flown, orders given, and duties fulfilled. The King’s Army, known as the Ka, serves as both shield and symbol, a reminder that peace is maintained through vigilance and obedience. Most people trust this system, not because they are coerced, but because it has worked for as long as they can remember.

Beyond the cities and strongholds, the land itself carries weight. Fields, forests, and mountains are shaped by generations of use and memory. Some places feel settled and worn smooth by time. Others carry an unease that is harder to name, as if the ground itself remembers things people have chosen to forget.

Lavonshia’s history is long, marked by conflicts that ended centuries ago but never fully disappeared. Among those buried truths is magic—once woven into daily life, now banished so completely that most people believe it no longer exists. It is not taught. It is not named. It is not spoken of in polite company. In darker corners—seedy taverns, half-forgotten roads, and places where the King’s reach feels thinner—there are still whispers. Even there, speaking of magic is dangerous. It marks a person as foolish at best, treasonous at worst.

For most, magic is a relic of the past, removed from the world so thoroughly that life no longer accounts for it. Children grow up without stories of it. Villages plan their futures without fear of it. The idea that it could return feels distant, impossible—something belonging to another age entirely.

Life in Lavonshia moves on. Seasons turn. Harvests are celebrated. Trade follows familiar routes. Families build their lives on the belief that the world they know will remain intact. It is a kingdom built on continuity—and on the quiet confidence that what was banished will stay buried.

But even the most ordered realms can fracture.

As old histories strain against the present, and long-silenced truths press closer to the surface, the cost of certainty begins to rise. Lavonshia has not forgotten everything. Some things have merely been waiting.

Welcome to Lavonshia.