Blood Beneath Navaris

After that, we were forgotten.

No funding. No rebuilding. No helping hand reaching down to pull us back up. Just left behind to rot. And slowly… steadily… that’s exactly what we’ve been doing.

But people find ways to survive. Sometimes, they even find ways to entertain themselves.

Navaris’ most infamous attraction is the underground fight club.

Run by the notorious “Beggin’ Brothers.”

Personally? I hate the name. It’s dramatic. It’s cheesy. But I’ll give them credit where it’s due—the name does have a purpose. Every man who steps into that ring eventually ends up on his knees, begging them for mercy.

So maybe the name fits. Still cheesy, though. Cheese… God, that sounds good. Smoked cheddar. Maybe Gouda if we’re feeling fancy.

Because when you live in Navaris, even something as simple as cheese feels like a luxury.

With little to no money comes empty shelves, empty stomachs, and a whole lot of creativity. We survive through community gardens, trading what we can, and making the most out of what little we have.

But hey… at least we know our food isn’t covered in pesticides. Small victories, right?

That’s Navaris for ya.

Broken. Forgotten. Hungry.

But still fighting.