Unclaimed Wilds

"Bow in hand, and a quiver on back,
a hunter walks down a well worn track,
Got a spring in their step, the hunter smiled,
Let an arrow fly to the unclaimed wild."

-Hunting song, unknown origin

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With the fallout of war, a large section of the continent was left untouched by the ruling kingdoms, and with no one who cared enough to claim it the wilds became just that. Wilds. From rolling fields of grass to lakes surrounded by mountains, the Unclaimed Wilds are scarcely touched by wider society, and a hermits paradise.