“The song of the harvest is the same as the song of the cycle of life, death, and rebirth. We all were born knowing how it goes, each one of us has a part in the harmony, and everyone will be singing it ‘til the very end. Lend me your voice, little one, and we’ll help this seed grow.”
- Methuselah -
The harvest is a way of life in Enoch (EE‑nock), a rustic countryside province that sprawls across miles of rolling farmland, its fields of plenty forming a patchwork pattern across the landscape. Serving as the primary breadbasket for all of Druskenvald, it is known to produce crops of every variety that are tended to by the hardworking people of the province and sold to one and all at vibrant, bustling markets and even shipped to other provinces.
Crystal clear rivers weave through the fertile hills and humble woodlands that comprise most of the region, delivering enchanted water to crops that allow them to grow unnaturally large. The harvestborn, crafted with care by the lord of Enoch, join in celebration with the other folk of the province to show thanks for the bountiful and relatively peaceful life afforded to them. However, nowhere in Druskenvald is free from the dangers that lurk on the fringes of society.