1200: The Curse of Kapaneus descends upon the northern kingdom.
1350: The Great Forest War erupts between elves and humans.
1520: Witches of the Eastern Marsh craft forbidden soul-binding magic.
Twisted Fairytale Lore
In a land drowned in perpetual dusk, castles rot beneath creeping ivy. Their stones remember vows broken and names erased from history. Shadows move as though alive, whispering secrets only the wind can hear.
Magic in Eldrath is not gifted — it is stolen, bled from ancient things that should have remained buried. Every spell leaves a scar, and every kingdom stands upon bones, some hidden, some remembered in fearful tales.
The great forest of Eldrath twists endlessly, its trees whispering the names of those who dared trespass. Paths vanish as soon as the unwary wanderer sets foot within, and the fog conceals creatures older than memory itself.
Some say the forest holds the remains of the first witches, their bones entangled with roots, their eyes still burning with an unyielding rage. Travelers speak of a haunting melody at night, promising both knowledge and doom to anyone who dares to follow.
Cursed relics litter the ruins, each one holding a fragment of past sorrows. They shimmer with a false beauty, calling out to the greedy and the curious alike. Few survive the temptation; fewer still return to tell the tale.
Eldrath is not a land for the faint-hearted. Every whispered secret, every hidden path, every shadowed corner carries a story — a story that may cost you more than you are willing to pay. Yet those who dare to explore its cursed beauty may glimpse the truths of creation itself.
