Fundas
Across the Polibean Sea, South of the Commulind Empire, this land is a theocratic paradise, blessed by the Roses of the Halfglass, zealots who believe that no matter what, the half-glass of water is always half-full. Whether by relentless indoctrination, heavily hallucinogenic drugs, or by the breaking and remaking of you, you too, shall believe the half-glass is half-full.