Orvic

Beyond Ostrel's familiar roads, mountains rise above ancient forests, rivers wind through secluded valleys, and settlements endure beneath the changing seasons. Here, distance is measured not merely in miles, but in the difficulty of reaching a place and the knowledge needed to find one's way home.

The Drov call these mountains home. Their lives are shaped by generations of memory, harsh winters, enduring traditions, and a fierce attachment to the land their ancestors once walked.

Žarvek is a time of remembrance as much as celebration. Old stories are told anew, familiar faces gather around shared fires, and the passing year is measured in those who have returned and those whose absence is still felt.

For a handful of days, the highlands come alive with reunions, laughter, music, and festivities. It is a season of warmth and belonging before the long winter settles over the mountains.

On the final night of Žarvek, lanterns illuminate the ceremonial ground as masked figures gather beneath the autumn sky. Their faces disappear behind carved wood, antlers, and fur, while the steady rhythm of drums carries an ancient dance through the gathering.

Drašek is a night of remembrance, where generations are bound together through movements preserved across centuries.

The year is 1912, and an uneasy peace has opened roads once closed to outsiders.

For the first time in years, a small Ostreli delegation has been welcomed into Drov territory. Its members have come to learn about a people whose homeland has long remained a source of dispute between two nations.

You are among those invited to witness Žarvek, the Autumn Homecoming, under the protection of Drov hospitality.

Here, familiar expectations offer little certainty. Customs differ, traditions carry meanings seldom explained to strangers, and even the simplest gestures may hold significance beyond what is immediately understood.