Territory


Alliances


Affinity

Banishing
Metamorphism
Healing

The year 1325 since the rise of the unchained

WEST COAST OF ELIMOR

Who am I?

Vidia’s mind was a collection of jumbled images, voices, broken memories. Nothing made sense, nothing seemed to find order.

Where am I?

She did not recognise anything around her. She remembered a dagger, the pain, the fire going up her face. Then nothingness and that coast, that vast, frightening ocean, and something, *someone* warm beside her. Big wings, sharp teeth, eyes holding a scratchy resentment. That Korel was a mirror of herself, lost, far from a past that would never welcome her back.

“Who are you?”

“A forgotten one, like you. We can be together.”

MORE ON THIS AESYR