Adventures through Eldura
The only constant across Eldura is war. And with war, death, struggle, suffering.
Some accept this as an inevitability. But such acceptance is not the path of heroes. No. These tales recount those who fight. They are the ones we remember. Their stories are the ones we celebrate.
In a time of devastation, heroes rise and cities fall.
It is time for your adventure to begin.
Feather & Flame
Rowan bears the power of the six elements, united. Each one, her conclave stole at great cost. Each one, the soldiers of the Luz would like to steal back from her.
All soldiers, that is, save one: a secret champion of flame. Were their fires to meet, the world would be forever changed.
The Tree of Silver
A false prophesy divided Erela from her family. Following the weave of fate will take her further from them still.
But on this road, her destiny awaits.
On this road, she must defend the passage between life and death.
By the Flame & the Forge
Spirits move in ways unpredictable, with motives unseen. It was unclear, at the beginning, why they chose Tessina Genvair. Countless witches hold more power, exert more influence over the unseen world.
But this logic is not the way of spirits.
Marked by Stars
Romantic Epic Fantasy
An elven warrior. A human guard. And the pulsing ruby heart of the High Mountains.
Artemisia has a promise to keep to her conclave. All she has to do is kill the one she loves.
*contains erotic content*
Let me tell you the story of heroes of old, whose adventures, now forgotten, were once widely told.
Let me tell you the story of how the old world fell.
Of those who fought to save it, and fought well.
– Yvayne Shadowbright, lorekeeper
Two hundred years ago, one of the last dragons of Sanctuary fell. The dragon, Sharr’kahn, attacked King Tavian’s forces as the king and his army rooted out the last of the usurpers to the throne. Sharr’kahn’s bones still reside behind the throne of Sanctuary.
The throne where Tavian still sits.
But this is not the king’s story.
This is the story of the blood-heir of Circe, of a daughter of fortune and a son of dragons.
The Ceremony of Naming began long, long ago, back when the Emeraude Forest still resembled her name. Countless armies have marched beneath our boughs since then, stripping the gems of earth and maiming the living totems of our ancestors, the beings who stretch between earth and sky.
The goddess punished us for failing to protect our forest home from outside forces. She sent raiding bands who pillaged and burned.
We understood. The tribulations of the world are not our concern. We withdrew deeper between the trees. And we made a vow to the goddess. We will do anything to protect our home.