Elanthera
A Shattered World of Unseen Wonders
The Known Realms of Elanthera
Following the great Cataclysm, much of Elanthera has fallen into myth and memory. Six kingdoms remain known to travelers, their stories woven through ancient texts and forgotten songs.
Grimhold
A rugged goblin kingdom renowned for its underground cities and industrial prowess.
Thar-Gann
A mountain fortress of the mintotaur, built within steep cliffs and rugged terrain.
Blightmark
A desolate land scarred by the Cataclysm, haunted by the Void Scar and cursed whispers.
Caelumora
A noble human kingdom built on honor, faith, and the strength of its ancient stone walls.
Morvaeth
A shadowed realm of ghouls and necromancers, where death is not the end but a beginning.
Thalindor
An ancient elven kingdom of arcane mastery, hidden within enchanted forests and starlit glades.
“The Cracks Beneath” — As Spoken by the Whisperseer
“Six names. Six flames, flickering in the dark. Grimhold's furnaces still roar. Thar-Gann's horns still echo off the cliffs. Caelumora prays behind its walls. Thalindor hides among its stars. Morvaeth speaks to what should not answer. And Blightmark... Blightmark does not speak at all. It only remembers.”
“The Cataclysm wasn't thunder. Not truly. It wasn't fire, though it burned. It was... forgetting. A silence so wide it swallowed what came before. You think you walk atop stone? You walk on absence. On places that once were. On names the world chose not to keep.”
“There is a scar in the world — a tear so deep the sky won't look at it. And somewhere between the living and the lost, there walks one who trades in what you are. The Soul Swapper. You won't see them coming. You'll only feel it after — a lightness where something used to be. They say it's a bargain. They say both sides agree. But who truly knows what they're giving away?”
“You're too late to stop it. Too early to understand it. But you're here, aren't you? That means the veil is thinning. The old truths are stirring. And when they surface... oh, child... listen carefully to what the wind refuses to say.”