The chalice was already ancient when the Eight Kings were young. It had no jewels, no crest, no inscription promising glory. It was a plain thing of tarnished silver, its stem bent slightly beneath the bowl. The sort of cup a servant might place before an unwanted guest. Its magic
Dawn brings answers—but not the ones Captain Meydoka expected. Some mysteries are meant to be solved. Others were carefully arranged to find you.
“A recovered tale from the Known Realms.” No one remembered what started it. Perhaps it had been a stolen loaf of bread. Perhaps a cruel nickname spoken once too often. Whatever the reason, by the time the sun hung low above the fields beyond the village, a dozen children were
The chamber is breached at dawn. No blood. No struggle. Captain Meydoka realizes the night’s greatest danger is only beginning.
“This object is still being located.” No account agrees on where the key was forged, only that it should never be used. It is said to be fashioned from a pale metal unlike any known ore, impossibly thin yet unyielding to hammer or flame. Those who have held it describe
The safest room in Ythoriss is no longer safe. As Captain Meydoka fights to break into the tower, a mysterious stranger calmly carries out a plan no one saw coming.
The first man died screaming. The second never had the chance. By the time Skyfe pulled his sword free, the wyvern was already among them. Its wings tore through the trees, scattering leaves and branches across the camp. Men who had fought beside Skyfe for years disappeared beneath claws and
No wall is high enough. No lock is strong enough. As the Lord Senator waits alone inside Ythoriss’s highest tower, the impossible quietly steps into the room.
“Recovered in fragments.” No relic has inspired more pilgrimages than the Staff of Lorre. Some insist it was carved from the First Tree, whose roots once stretched through the heart of the Garden of Lorre before the world knew kings, borders, or war. Others dismiss the tale as comforting myth.
Hidden within Ythoriss’s highest tower, the Lord Senator challenges the very captain trying to keep him alive. Pride proves as formidable an enemy as the darkness beyond the walls.
“People often ask why we say ‘Good journey’ instead of simply ‘farewell.’ They expect a grand answer. Heroes. Kings. Some forgotten decree. The truth is much older than kingdoms.” – Blink Long before the roads were patrolled, before bridges bore names and milestones marked the distance between villages, every journey was
The city falls quiet. Too quiet. Captain Meydoka trusts his oldest friend with the Senator’s safety as an unseen threat closes in. Some vows are kept with steel.