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Realms
The King of Theodes is dead. Some say he was killed—violently stabbed in his own bed. Others say it was poisoning. The official story from the Court of Theodes, however, says that the King had been ill for some time, that his death was only to be expected. The people are not too sure what to believe. And now with the Crown Prince missing too, the kingdom is thrown into disarray.
Just across their borders, the neighbouring kingdom of Mydris looks on covetously, with relations between the two still tense from the devastating war six years ago. The Regent holds power there in place of the young, only remaining prince of the Crown, until he turns of age soon—in several weeks. The Council of Eight and the rest of the kingdom holds its breath, uncertain if one so young could be considered fit to rule. And if not him: who then?
The kingdom of Soleil stands as a neutral land to the east, a place that has traditionally deferred to its louder neighbours, content it seems to stick to the divinings of their High Sorcerers with vague predictions of future and what it may hold. Except that now, rumours are rife in the desert lands of Soleil: rumours of a behemoth that sleeps beneath the land that has awoken finally, its brilliant green eyes and blackened, glittering body spotted high in the skies by travelling nomads like a blight that is ready to descend upon the three kingdoms…
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Just across their borders, the neighbouring kingdom of Mydris looks on covetously, with relations between the two still tense from the devastating war six years ago. The Regent holds power there in place of the young, only remaining prince of the Crown, until he turns of age soon—in several weeks. The Council of Eight and the rest of the kingdom holds its breath, uncertain if one so young could be considered fit to rule. And if not him: who then?
The kingdom of Soleil stands as a neutral land to the east, a place that has traditionally deferred to its louder neighbours, content it seems to stick to the divinings of their High Sorcerers with vague predictions of future and what it may hold. Except that now, rumours are rife in the desert lands of Soleil: rumours of a behemoth that sleeps beneath the land that has awoken finally, its brilliant green eyes and blackened, glittering body spotted high in the skies by travelling nomads like a blight that is ready to descend upon the three kingdoms…
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