Good journeys, fellow traveler.
The campfires have only just been lit, and the roads into Maezhiir are still being charted.
Within these pages you’ll find stories, artwork, artifacts, and forgotten lore gathered from across the realms. New tales and discoveries emerge from the shadows with each passing season.
There are many roads ahead. I hope you’ll walk a few of them with me.
M-
“This artifact has been destroyed.” Few relics are spoken of with more uncertainty than the Cloak of Shadows. Said to have been woven in the ancient kingdom of Arynndor, it granted its bearer the impossible gift of passing unseen between shadows, as though darkness itself welcomed them. Kings coveted it.
Captain Meydoka The head of the guard swung down from his horse before it had fully stopped. “Buckets!” Captain Seth Meydoka barked. “Forget the bodies. Put that fire out before it spreads!” The wagon burned halfway down the alley, flames licking at the upper stories of the surrounding buildings. Guards
For over a thousand years, Ythoriss has known peace. Then death arrives with the fog. An unseen shadow enters the city, and the first tale of Maezhiir begins.
