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SEVRIN LORE: "By the Trees of Sveonis"

There are many oaths you can swear in Sevrin to indicate that your word is to be taken very seriously, but if you swear “by the trees of Sveonis,” you’re indicating a steadfastness of purpose that will transcend eternity.

This is not an oath sworn lightly or often, for if you turn this coin over you’ll find a darker side: A deeply held belief that Sevrin’s survival is tied to the trees of Sveonis.  Few Sevriners are willing to tempt this fate.

Most of the lumber that goes to Sevrin’s shipyards comes from Heminar, an island characterized by rolling hills and deep, fertile soil. No one cuts trees on Sveonis. Even deadfall wood is left to return to the soil.  Green witches used to gather a few branches of fallen trees to fuel fires for rituals or for boiling down certain potions.  Anyone who casts such a ritual or drinks such a potion had better be commited to the result, for no one has ever found a way to undo them.

For more information about the island of Sveonis, read this post.

SEVRIN LORE: “By the Trees of Sveonis”

There are many oaths you can swear in Sevrin to indicate that your word is to be taken very seriously, but if you swear “by the trees of Sveonis,” you’re indicating a steadfastness of purpose that will transcend eternity.

This is not an oath sworn lightly or often, for if you turn this coin over you’ll find a darker side: A deeply held belief that Sevrin’s survival is tied to the trees of Sveonis.  Few Sevriners are willing to tempt this fate.

Most of the lumber that goes to Sevrin’s shipyards comes from Heminar, an island characterized by rolling hills and deep, fertile soil. No one cuts trees on Sveonis. Even deadfall wood is left to return to the soil.  Green witches used to gather a few branches of fallen trees to fuel fires for rituals or for boiling down certain potions.  Anyone who casts such a ritual or drinks such a potion had better be commited to the result, for no one has ever found a way to undo them.

For more information about the island of Sveonis, read this post.

SEVRIN LORE: Sveonis

Sveonis, the island at the center of Sevrin’s archipelogo, is the most wild and untamed of the seven main islands.  Deep forests sweep down from the mountain range that forms the island’s spine, giving way to thickets of wild berries and stretches of heather-covered meadow before plunging down rocky cliffs to the sea.

Access to Sveonis is limited, as there are no good sites for ports and only small boats can navigate the waters.  The climate is colder and more stormy than on most of Sevrin, due to the higher elevation, and the soil is too thin and rocky to support most crops.  The few inhabitants are mostly hunters and fisherfolk.  The primary trade goods are salmon caught in the cold, swift rivers,  meads made from heather honey, and the luxurious white winter pelts of the grivin, a large and ferocious member of the weasel family.  Some hunters make a living as guides, taking parties of wealthy Sevriners hunting, climbing, or caving.

There is no logging on Sveonis despite its central location, partly because this is impractical–the cliffs are so high and the coasts so rocky that logs dropped into the sea are likely to splinter–but also because of ancient legends that attend the island.  The notion “While the forests endure, so will Sevrin,” is so firmly engrained in the minds of Sevrin’s people that few think to challenge it.  To swear “by the trees of Sveonis” it to vow that your promise is eternal and unchanging.

The wild beauty of the island is celebrated in songs and story. Many of these tales focus on the Fairy Falls, which are located near the southwestern edge of the Sveonis Mountains.  These stories are of particular interest to Vishni, who is collecting them for inclusion in The Book of Vishni’s Exile.