World Lore

Prologue I missed the hart by half a hand. It was not the sort of miss a hunter could blame on distance. The animal stood less than forty paces from me, broadside between two frost-covered pines, its dark shoulder perfectly visible through the branches. The wind had fallen still. My footing was firm. The string…

Foreword In an age where kingdoms crumble not by blade but by the slow erosion of principle, there rose a prince whose strength was not measured in conquest, but in conscience. This is not a tale of thrones won or wars waged for glory. It is a story of endurance, of bonds forged in purpose,…

“The world was never ours to rule. It was ours to keep.” So reads an inscription preserved beneath the oldest foundations of Solrhain. No scholar knows who carved it. The stone upon which the words appear predates the city itself. Tharyndor Tharyndor is a world of old kingdoms and older scars. Across its seas stand…