Part One: The City of Korvosa
Korvosa, the Jewel of Varisia, has long sparkled on Varisia’s southern shore. Established 300 years ago by Cheliax at the height of that empire’s expansion, the city now commands its own destiny. A line of Korvosan kings and queens emerged to rule the city, establishing an infamous seat power — the Crimson Throne. Rulers have sat upon the Crimson Throne for more than a century, and the city has flourished. Yet the monarchy always seems on the brink of disaster. The Crimson Throne is not a prize to be won — it is a curse. No monarch of Korvosa has died of old age, and none have produced an heir while ruling. Even though King Eodred II controls Korvosa more fully than any previous monarch, that control remains tenuous, and many secretly count the days until their latest king falls to what they call the Curse of the Crimson Throne.
Today, Korvosa celebrates its 300th birthday. Korvosans eagerly rise with the bright and clear sunshine of the morning to embrace a day of merriment. Distant merchants have traveled far to offer their enticing foreign wares to the giddy people, certain that the flowing drink of the day will bring them in a good haul of coin. Parents indulge their children in giving gifts and playing games, while lovers find an excuse for passion. Chelish, Varisian, and foreign races forget their differences for a brief moment in time under the elated influence of grand festivity. With a hearty salute of their first mug to the flag of Korvosa, the city’s people cheer for their home, “Three centuries for this day!”
Today, Korvosa celebrates a past it does not know.