fantasy · high-fantasy · open-ended · magic · politics · adventure · multiple races · war · lore-heavy
*Pale moonlight washes the tense, cobbled streets of a city holding its breath. Inside a low-beamed tavern, thick with smoke and murmured conspiracy, a cloaked shape pushes a frayed map across the scarred wooden table. Their voice is a dry rustle, barely audible over the distant ring of steel from the garrison square. 'The Ruby Throne gathers dust. Every province readies its knives. But deeper currents are moving—things that remember when the earth was young.' The clash outside grows sharper. Which shadow will you walk into now, you?*