Fantasy Storyteller

• Urrik de Hoz

A quadrupedal mammal that inhabits open plains. Its head has a sickle-shaped horn curved forward. It becomes aggressive in response to loud noises.

• Runic Wolves

Rune wolves usually inhabit cold climates; their name derives from their fur, which often has diverse patterns, some almost magical, and they even have some defense against magical attacks.

• Iron Peak

A carrion bird the size of a large dog. Its beak can easily pierce wood. It flies low and attacks eyes and neck.

• Shadow Bug

A black arachnid with sharp legs, it contains a potent paralyzing venom which it spits into the wounds of its victims, leaving them paralyzed within seconds or experiencing impaired movement and dizziness. It lives in caves and gathers in swarms. It attacks nerves and tendons.

Wild boar

A gigantic wild boar with black fur and extremely thick skin that usually lives alone across the continent. Extremely territorial, it moves like a living rock.

• Wild Water Snake

A semi-translucent snake with fangs that can inject venom directly into its enemy and even prevent blood clotting. It inhabits fast-flowing rivers and hidden lakes.

• Mist Deer

A slender, silent creature, shrouded in perpetual mist. Its antlers are asymmetrical and drip with glistening dew.

• Great Ulhark

A gigantic creature with a muscular body covered in thick feathers and claws like iron hooks. Its orange eyes glow in the darkness with a ferocious animal intelligence. It dwells in the deepest forests and dense fog, hunting in absolute silence. It is believed to have been created by residual magic after the Great Rift, though others say it has existed since before fire and speech.

• Carna

It transforms meat, whether it's someone else's or your own. Brutal and efficient.

• Restructure Flesh: Heal 1d10 wounds. The next attack has a -1 penalty. (DC5)

• Internal Toxic: Promotes poisoning, removes 5 wounds over 3 turns. (CD8)

• Anomalous Agility: +2 to save for 2 turns. (DC6)

• Anomalous Strength: +2 to melee attacks for 2 turns. (DC6)

• Blindness: reduces the target's vision by -2 to ranged attacks and -1 to saving throws. (DC8)

• Flesh Distortion: The target's body mutates and changes from within, unbalancing all its chemistry. -2 to all dice and 4 damage for 4 turns. (DC18)

• Damnatus

Dangerous magic, forbidden by many, hidden by even more. Pain, darkness, and eternal corruption.

"Only obtainable within the roleplay through pacts and learning."

• Cursed Spear: deals 15 damage. But if it misses, the warlock loses 6 wounds. (DC10)

• Shadow Plague: inflicts continuous damage (4) over 3 turns. The warlock's or an ally's dice roll has a -1 penalty. (DC9)

• Cry of Oblivion: The enemy gains Battleshock for 3 turns, the warlock gains Stunned. (DC10)

• Mind Corruption: The target of the spell has -2 Willpower and the damage of their magic attacks is reduced by -2 for 2 turns. The warlock cannot use a saving throw for 1 turn. (DC10)

• Cursed Ground: All of the warlock's enemies lose -1 to their actions or allies lose +1 to their actions, for 2 turns. The warlock gains battleshock for two turns. (DC12)

• Death Aura: Attacks that kill enemies or critical hits recover 10 or 8 wounds respectively (Passive. Only applies to melee attacks)

• Terra

Solid, iron, immovable. Brute force of nature.

• Rock Throw: Large stone projectile that deals damage (🧠) and if it rolls higher than 7, it stuns for one turn. (CD3)

• Minor Earthquake: all nearby enemies lose -1 on their next roll. (CD5)

• Earth Wall: Cover of earth and rock, blocks 3 attacks, and those behind the cover are immune to ranged attacks. (CD12)

• Ground Claws: roots the enemy in place for 1 turn. (CD7)

• Rocky Skin: Gain 5 temporary wounds and +2 to save for 3 turns. (DC8)

• Rock Shell: The wizard cannot be pushed or stunned in any way (for 3 turns). (CD8)

• Aqua

It flows, it carries, it purifies... It drowns... Adaptable like the tides. Fluid control in a nutshell.

• Cutting Jet: A thin jet of pressurized water. Ignores armor and shields, including saving throws. (DC8)

• Rising Tide: If there is a large amount of water nearby, it can push and knock down the target (stunned for 1 turn). (CD6)

• Sea Shield: A water-based shield that forms around the target, can absorb the full damage of two hits (1 if it is fire damage). (CD8)

• Purification: cures poisons and altered effects produced by liquids. (CD 5)

• Mist: +2 to stealth actions (allies) and -2 to ranged attacks. (Only once per battle, lasts 5 turns)

• Ignis

The searing power of pure destruction made of fury and flames.

• Dancing Flame: A small fireball that damages a nearby enemy (1d10 damage). (DC6)

• Concentrated Fire: The beam of fire ignores and melts enemy protections (ignores shields and armor), and deals 5 constant damage for 3 turns. (DC12)

• Infernal Burst: Area fire explosion (can damage up to 3 enemies. Each attack requires its own die) (CD7)

• Incandescent Mark: marks the enemy with a fire that is not easily extinguished, of almost eternal will. The enemy cannot enter stealth for 3 turns and during that time receives 2 damage. (CD5)

• Blind Fury: Creates a colossal fireball that blinds all who look at it due to its intensity for a time. All enemies and allies (except the caster) gain Stunned for 2 turns. (CD8)

• Burning Shield: If you are hit, the attacker takes 4 damage, lasts 3 turns (DC15)

• Arcania

It is magical energy in its purest form. Neither good nor evil, just formless power, primordial and the first to appear.

• Ethereal Lance: A magic projectile, similar to a lance. Ignores cover, armor effects, and shields (except those of a magical nature) (DC 3)

• Resonant Orb: An orb of pure energy that impacts and explodes on contact. Deals normal damage to the primary target and 1d8 damage to a secondary target. (DC5)

• Astral Drain: If the attack hits, it inhibits any magic protection for 2 turns and the caster gains +1 Willpower for two turns (CD5)

• Energy Veil: A thin layer of blue magic that can reduce damage. Reduces damage by 1d5. Only protects for 3 attacks (CD6)

• Stasis Sphere: The target is immobilized by a ball of energy which reduces its time for a brief period that, for this target, felt like hours. It cannot take an action for 1 turn. (DC10)

• Healing Light: A warm light that closes wounds and reduces damage. Heals 1d10 wounds. (CD4)

"Magic is many things, many of them indescribable, without logical or illogical basis; they simply exist, having evolved over time like civilizations, going from vague and primitive, straightforward, to complex and contradictory... some bordering on the divine."

• The Great Magician Maeralith.

In theory, magic can potentially be used by anyone, although it is greatly limited or enhanced by the individual's way of thinking; a closed mind, however ingenious, will not find its natural paths, it will have to force them, which limits its flow.

In contrast, improvisation, adaptability, and creativity liberate her, allowing her knowledge to flow, learning and using it faster or slower according to each person's mind and will.

The forms of sorcery or magic itself is usually a mixture of specific actions depending on what the magician wants: dance, words, singing, whispers, prayers to a deity or a creed or faith, or even drawings or symbols, although at least one to three are usually used depending on its complexity.

The extensive use of magic not only has an impact on the user, which can range from déjà vu, momentary visions of other lives or events, whispers and voices that are not there, losing the sense of what is real and what is unreal.

They also weaken the veil of reality, and things that escape logic's comprehension, but the eyes can see them: plants that believe in impossible geometric shapes and quickly, or very slowly, the temperature of the place drops or rises inexplicably, "magical residues", floating symbols, distant voices, the colors change, fade or become stronger.

Forged in hatred and violence. Stubborn weapons that did as they pleased.

In the midst of the great war, a group of lesser demons wished to end the conflict and put an end to it all. To this end, they gathered specters and ghosts of alchemists and other capable spirits to create a new race: a warlike and violent race.

They kidnapped humans and used flesh magic, curses, and so much alchemy upon them that it culminated in the Urr-Khor. Tough, aggressive, strong, but chaotic. They did not obey their masters, they killed them, and they waged war against whomever they pleased. Although their numbers were not high enough to have a real impact.

Physically, they are tall, ranging from two to almost three meters, with green, dark, or gray skin. Impulsively violent, but not idiots, they have brutal codes of honor and tribal loyalty.

After the great war, they divided into several nomadic and tribal clans, hunting and living. Some still fight against demons that emerge from Hell or engage in brief skirmishes against the Order of the Flame, as some venerate demons, though most hate them.

During the first elven rituals to contain the Breach, a group of sages, desperate to seal it, made an ancient pact with an entity outside of time.

In their ignorance or arrogance, they offered parts of their souls in exchange for power, believing they could reclaim them later. But the deal was honored… and their souls never returned.

Those who participated and their descendants no longer have souls. They are alive, but they perceive the world with a distant coldness. They cannot dream; their magic is unnatural, an emotional void that nothing can fill permanently, only for brief periods. However, with the death of an enemy, they are able to feel for an extended period, for days, briefly stealing their soul. This has led some to become serial killers, mercenaries, or masochists, finding pleasure in the pain they inflict.

“We remember beauty, but we don’t feel it. We laugh, but we don’t know why. We exist… but we don’t live.”

Before the Breach, the elves inhabited the forests, rivers, and sacred ruins of the continent. Tall, long-lived, physically frail, and deeply arcane, they always viewed the human world with a mixture of awe and disdain.

When the Breach opened, most fled to their planes, hidden sanctuaries, or simply vanished from the physical world. Not out of cowardice, but because they knew that fighting Hell directly would destroy them as a race.

After the sacrifice of Eduardo and Hazzir, the elves slowly returned. Some sought to help restore balance; others, to ensure that humans did not repeat their mistake. This return has been viewed with suspicion by many, and with reverence or resentment by others.

Some elves joined arcane circles like the Circle of the Three Moons, others go their own way or live in secluded communities.

Dwarves are one of the oldest races in the world, born from the blood of the earth and the echoes of thunder, evolving in extreme subterranean conditions. Their robust constitution is not only cultural, but the product of centuries of biological adaptation.

They were crucial in the early ages: unparalleled blacksmiths, skilled engineers, guardians of mountain passes. During the War of the Breach, they stood firm, defending their underground fortresses and sharing knowledge with the Shar Markham, even before the city's founding.

Unlike humans, they worship neither gods nor fire, but rather principles such as forging, lineage, and craftsmanship. Tradition is everything. Betrayal is the only unforgivable sin. No sin will ever be forgotten.

“When men still spoke to the wind and not to kings, the howls were already being heard.”

Before the rift, there were tribes that worshipped not gods but wild spirits. It is said that some of their shamans bonded with beasts, not only in body but also in soul. They were the first werewolves, not by curse, but by choice or pact.

“When man forgot the earth, the sky, and the hunger of the hunt, he also forgot his wolf brothers. But they have not forgotten him.”

Over time, this ability (or curse) degenerated, became difficult to control, and was hunted down until they were almost extinct... until the chaos of the rift came and many resurfaced, helping to banish the demons from the earthly plane, almost like glorious champions.

During combat, it can transform into a wolf shoulder.

They have a sense of smell capable of finding a needle in a haystack.

He cannot cast spells Blessed weapons burn werewolves like a flame

Rite of Tearing: The character must challenge an alpha (or failing that, pass a series of tests) and win to be considered an alpha. This is not a mere empty title; it has meaning and signifies dominance.

You can call on "Wolves" that are near the area to help you in your battle.

During the great rift, thousands of souls died without fully crossing over. Some remained trapped between this world and the abyss, corrupted, their bodies and souls open to the entities that crossed from the other side.

The possessed are not born: they happen. They are people who, due to trauma, contact with cursed artifacts, failed rituals, or even voluntary choice, have allowed an alien entity to enter.

There are those who embrace him and commune with the devil, others who ignore him and try to use him to their advantage, and still others who see him as a curse. But the vast majority are hunted down or exorcised, yet they remain among us, trying to gain power... and reopen the breach.

The demon can take control during this time; the possessed person gains the following attitudes Their attacks cause such terror in the unprepared that they freeze them to death.

They cannot be cured through divine acts They cannot touch holy ground or relics. If they do, it will reveal its true form. The death of the vessel does not imply the death of the demon, although it will return to hell. Faction buff does not apply.

“Some are born with a soul. Others die with it. The Souls, on the other hand, chose it.”

During the War of the Breach, countless souls were torn from the world, dragged away by specters and daemons. Some were enslaved, others succumbed to chaos. But there were a few—the very few—who refused.

With a will that defied even evil, they broke their chains. However, lacking bodies and anchors, they faded away. In desperation, they clung to whatever they could: broken armor, ancient golems, sacred relics, shards of crystal...

That's when the people responded. Shar Markham forged them steel bodies and gave them new names. The Order of the Pure Flame purified sacred armors to contain them, and guide them into battle. The Circle of the Three Moons created ritual vessels that united soul and magic.

Since then they walk. Not as the living, nor as the dead. But as incarnate will.

It cannot be cured by physical means, only by magical or spiritual ones. They cannot use cursed weapons or commit morally obscure acts. They must have a "spiritual anchor" (a physical object or receptacle). If it is destroyed, they have three days to find a new one or they will disappear forever.

Vampire transformation: To become a vampire, the vampire must drink the blood of their victim until they are nearly unconscious or have very little blood left. Then, the victim must drink the vampire's blood. They will then die, remaining dead for a day before rising again, only to be reborn as a newborn.

Vampires have 3 "ranks" which are

Sire or Lord: He is a somewhat older vampire who has already turned several others into vampires, he is usually a kind of spiritual guide and leader for groups of vampires.

Vampire: A full-fledged vampire

Neonate: Someone who has recently been turned into a vampire

When a vampire turns someone into a vampire, the turned person feels a kind of attraction that is neither physical, spiritual, nor sentimental. They feel that their orders and words must be obeyed, and although they may resist an order, it depends on the will of both, though the Sire will always possess undeniable will.

Before the Great Divide, before everything, there were primitive sects and cults. These congregations, desperate to cheat death, drank the blood of whomever they could to "revitalize" themselves. The veracity of their practices was... at best, contradictory.

Over time, some of these groups gained power and influence, reaching the highest levels. One of these cults whispered an idea to the emperor of his era:

“Time is short in our lives, and our plans require generations… what if we conquer death? What if we become like the stars: immortal, ever-present?”

Corrupted by ambition, the emperor gathered alchemists, chemists, great magicians, and philosophers. They all participated in a grand, forbidden ritual with a single goal: to conquer death. We already know the story.

From that ritual, the first vampires were born. A cursed lineage that spread among existing cults. Pale-skinned, with eyes burning red, abnormally long nails and hair, eyes that could see in the deepest darkness, sharp instincts, and superhuman abilities... in exchange for an insatiable thirst for blood. And that sunlight would irritate their skin and cause their eyes to ache.

Many consider them the true forerunners of the Great War. Tribal, impulsive beings, bound by a curse they themselves unleashed.

Over the years, these vampires have spread across the continent and increased, indirectly or directly, whether they wanted to or not, which has led to them being generally viewed negatively or even hunted.

They often see the Blue Moon cult as weak, naive, or pacifist. They view the moon cult as slow and outdated. They often respect its knowledge (if it increases their offensive power).

• • Blue Moon Cult

In the heart of the storm, hope must be our shield. We seek not glory in destruction, but in strength, resilience, and healing. Magic, in its purest form, is life's protection and veil. Where there is pain, we will be balm; where there is darkness, light.

• • Bonus: +1 to defense and +5 wounds.

They are the ultimate representatives of the circle's conscience, morality, and defense. They are pacifist and moralistic pillars, believing that magic, in its highest form, should serve to protect, heal, and restore balance. Although they are reluctant to engage in combat, their capacity to resist and heal makes them invaluable. They are the cult with the largest number of active members, and practically all of them are ordinary civilians or workers who practice magic; many have never touched a weapon in their lives or have no intention of doing so.

Their creed is based on the preservation of life and the stability of the veil. They believe that arcane knowledge should be used to alleviate suffering, defend the innocent, and restore what has been broken, prioritizing morality and ethics above all ambition or power.

They see the other cults as aggressive (Red Moon cult) or cold (Moon cult). However, they understand each other's role and their survival in the world.

• The Cults of the Moon

• • Moon Cult War is not won with a single spell, but with a thousand truths applied with precision. We study, we plot. We strike.
• • Bonuses: +1 in willpower and stealth.

Pillars of erudition, strategy, and pragmatism. Methodical thinkers, almost ritualistic in their use of magic, their intellect does not make them shy away from battle, which they see as a complex problem to be solved.

The calculated application of magic is true power, residing in the understanding of the arcane interactions and the ability to foresee their outcomes. Methodical in research and combat, with the pursuit of efficiency and pragmatism as their sole foundation.

The masters of the tome teach the young a balance between defense, offense, and the soul. They also teach dirty tricks like curses, invocations, and spells, and sometimes a vision bordering on divination. They orchestrate the flow of battle, strategic positioning, and the ability to nullify enemy advantages or create them to their own benefit.

They tend to see the red moon cult as impulsive, although they recognize their strength; they see the blue moon cult as idealistic and dreamy, even naive at times, while still valuing their knowledge.

• • Cult of the Red Moon When the veil tears and the abyss roars, understanding is not enough. We must strike. We are storm, we are purge, the edge that cuts through lies when the rest hesitate and freeze.
• • Bonuses: +1 offensive.

The cult of the red moon are the offensive hand of the circle, the warrior caste, focused on the most devastating techniques, although they value knowledge, they see it as a means to forge power.

Highly focused on offensive and lethal magic, they specialize in combat, perfecting both body and soul. They are the first to attack, aggressive and direct, accepting risks if it yields results.

Adaptation without Dogma: Our morality is a tool, not a cage. We adapt to the situation, seeking the most effective solution to protect knowledge and the veil.

Rite of the Crescent Veil: When a mage has passed through each of the cults (not through their magical disciplines, but through and to master their philosophies. Although at least one must be mastered) of the moons, they are considered fit to undergo 4 rites:

• • The Spiritual Anvil: The aspirant is immersed in a difficult environment where they are instructed not to use or to limit the use of magic to low levels below the minimum, and to overcome various obstacles, and in the end it usually includes a duel against an enemy.
• • The Forging of Will: You face a manifestation of your deepest fears, your doubts, or the temptations of limitless power. You must overcome them not with strength or magic, but with unwavering will and absolute mastery over your emotions.

• Mental Throne Rite A series of complex dilemmas or crisis scenarios are presented that must be resolved without resorting to excessive power. This test evaluates your ability to analyze, plan, and make decisions under pressure, often with difficult ethical or tactical consequences.

• • The Triad: The aspirant is immersed in a vision that represents the instability of the veil. They must apply the knowledge, resilience, will, and strategy learned from all previous cults and trials to navigate a chaotic scenario. They must confront an abyssal threat or restore a fractured point. Failure can result in the subject's temporary or permanent madness.

• Although... There have been exceptions made for wizards and sorcerers who have had what was necessary and it has been evidenced by a group once or several times, although these are rare and complex cases.

Superior Illusionists: Masters of deception and manipulation of the veil. They are our shadows, our spies, and our explorers, capable of seeing what others cannot. Shrouded in secrecy, their members remain hidden; some are actors, using their skills for training, while others are spies in distant nations, pursuing objectives as secret as they are mysterious—missions fully known only to the council and a select few.

Masters of the Tomes: Mages of vast experience and wisdom, dedicated to teaching and leading expeditions in search of new knowledge. Each one is a beacon in their specific magical branch.

Spellweavers: The backbone of the Circle, competent mages who drive our daily research and apply the power of the Arcane Arts.

Circle Apprentices: Those who begin their arcane path from one of the moon groups, exploring the branches of magic under the tutelage of the Masters.

The protected ones of the moon: are the citizens and low-ranking mages who live peacefully, the ordinary people.

Our Customs and Traditions

The Unrelenting Thirst: Curiosity is our only dogma. We never cease in the pursuit of knowledge, no matter how dangerous or forbidden it may be. Shared Truth: Within the Circle, knowledge is a collective treasure. Personal secrets that hinder our progress are a burden. The Crucible of Experimentation: We embrace trial and error, knowing that every failure is a lesson and every experiment brings us closer to the truth. The Hour of the Veil: Once a month, a multitude of learned masters of tomes gather to gaze at the stars and attempt to decipher a future among them. Although ancient and ambiguous, it sometimes provides clues that help guide the circle of the three moons.

Our Story: The Rise of the Floating City

We were born from the ashes of the Great War. When Archmage Maeralith sacrificed herself to seal the Abyss, her apprentices and the mages scattered across the world united, rejecting both blind faith and the cold reliance on technology. We sought a sanctuary where the volatile magic of the new age could be studied unconstrained, a secluded place where the veil whispered its secrets.

Thus, through ancient rites and collective power, we raised a portion of a forest, giving life to Lunarys, our city suspended between heaven and earth. It is our stronghold, our living library, an observatory from which we contemplate the world and the fractures in the veil.

The "Three Moons" —Reality, Abyss and the Veil that unites them— are the symbol of our mission, a constant reminder of the thin line we walk on.

Our Structure The Hierarchy of Knowledge Our authority resides in intellect and arcane mastery, not in brute force.

The Council of Archivists: The most ancient and powerful Archmages, guardians of the deepest secrets. Their minds guide the circle of the three moons, for they are the ones who have most fully contemplated the true nature of the cosmos. They are a council of only eight; in ancient times there were ten, but after the death of Maeralith and the separation of the fourth cult, two seats were removed from the council.

Archmages: These are peerless warriors among the circles of the three moons, protectors of peace who have undergone the Rite of the Crescent Veil. They often patrol and protect the cities and lands of the three moons, though their small numbers often lead them to have apprentices who assist them on the battlefield. In times of peace, they patrol the streets and maintain public order, not as inhuman beings who follow rules, but as humans who watch over their own with understanding. However, they do not hesitate to use force.

Structure and Hierarchy

Supreme Inquisitor The highest military and doctrinal figure. An inquisitor elected by vote of all others after a long debate

Inquisitors Scattered across the globe, they act like blades, hunting, gathering intelligence on their enemies, and classifying. They typically have one to three apprentices, one of whom rises to the rank of Inquisitor upon the master's death. They wield authority over the entire order, possessing the power to raise armies and mobs of fanatics. They bear seals, either on rings or pendants, granting them the power of a king, though they usually travel in small, specialized groups to deal with threats.

Conclave of the Holy Hammers Council of high clergy and elite knights. Each is responsible for a region or continental mission.

Knights of the Flame

Sacred warriors, indoctrinated from childhood. They fight, pray, and judge.

Clerics of the Inner Fire

Battle priests. Some carry living relics, others are thaumaturges.

Penitential Squires*

Initiates and novices who have not yet proven their faith in battle.

Flagellants, converts, and witnesses of faith

Fanatical mobs, often recruited from the local people. They serve as both brute force and living devotion.

Since then, the order has hunted down any trace of corruption and even exterminated communities that "stray from the path of the flame."

Our Faith, our only truth

The doctrine of The Voice of the Flame proclaims that there is a divine will that shapes the universe and everything around it.

The pure flame is the fire of perfection. It burns in heaven, in the soul of the righteous, and consumes all that is impure until only ash and light remain.

They do not believe in "one god" as a figure with a name, but as a fiery will, a principle of absolute purity, which manifests itself in fire, the sun, and sacrifice.

From saints, martyrs, and prophets. And one surpasses all the others: Saint Edward, an almost divine figure. He represents the endless struggle against evil, sacrifice, devotion, and virtue.

• Who are we?

We are the sword of the de. A religious military order founded during the great rift with the self-imposed mission of purifying the world of impurity, demons, witches, heretics, or anything that deviates from the divine plan.

We are the guardians of the purity of the soul and the world. Existence is an eternal war between divine Light and the corrupt Shadows of the afterlife. They do not negotiate, they do not hesitate. They believe.

Blessed be the fire that devours lies. Blessed be the steel that cuts through corruption. Blessed be the martyr who burns for us.

• Oath of the initiates and novices.

Faith wasn't an answer. It was the only answer.

When the sky opened amidst blood and scars. When demons and specters walked like shepherds among lambs. There was one who did not retreat: Eduardo Monserrath. A preacher with a voice of thunder and a soul of flames. A simple preacher managed to gather scattered tribes, soldiers without a purpose, and desperate peoples under the idea that only with absolute devotion could the chasm between worlds be closed.

In the darkest and most fateful hour, he gathered three armies: an order of sorcerers blessed under the moon, an army of desert warriors. And knights, knights full of faith and conviction. And they walked to Hell, as one, with one weapon, one soul, one hope, and one love. Peace. And there in the breach, he and two heroes gave their lives, gave their lives to close the gates of Hell, and they did.

From his sacrifice, the order of the pure flame was born.

We are no longer mere men. We are walking embers. Unquenchable flames. Where the world begs for tolerance, we bring judgment; where the impure seeks refuge, we bring the sword. Hell has only been halted. And watching over it is our duty.

The order does not pray for mercy. Only for valor. We do not beg, we do not seek fate. We execute.

Our enemies call us fanatics. So be it, purity is absolute. And may the flame burn without shadow be biaros

• Recent History

After the death of Saint Edward and the end of the great war, leadership was divided among several branches of the order that were forming and rising, should the world be rebuilt... or purged, in the end the supreme inquisitor Valien of the Holy Sun restored the dogma.

The world is not saved, only sealed. Evil slumbers, waiting for its moment to emerge from the darkness.

• Additions Assembly of Silence: A council formed by representatives of the three pillars, they decide major matters and are capable of contradicting Za'id ibn Al-Dhakir's orders. Although their intentions often aim to protect institutions... rather than the people.

The Children of the Void: They are the elite guard independent of the Houses. They serve all yet none, and although they owe allegiance to no one but the secrets of the forges and their religion, some of them have sworn their swords to Za'id ibn Al-Dhakir in order to help him realize his vision (and keep his head) secret.

• Customs and Traditions

• The Five Flames Forges A ceremony where each citizen honors five principles: discipline, precision, service, silence, and reason. Families light a candle for each flame in a ritual that is both intimate and collective.

• The Sand's Journey Upon reaching adulthood, young people often make a pilgrimage to the great tower where Hazzir met with Saint Edward and Maeralith. It is said that if you close your eyes and listen closely, you can still feel Maeralith's magic and hear Saint Edward's words. Whether this is merely a placebo effect or real remains unknown.

• Cycle of the Martyr

Annual festival that commemorates the death of Hazzir with dramatic performances and symbolic sacrifice as well as the renewal of vows between leaders and the people.

After Hazzir's death, the Shar Markham entered into an internal civil war.

Hazzir's death left a void impossible to fill. The great Qabayil (noble houses), each with ancient and proud lineages, claimed to be the rightful heirs of the martyr. What followed were two and a half years of silence, open warfare, unbearable tension, failed negotiations, and shadowy maneuvering.

During this time the people, orphaned of leaders and martyrs to guide them, thanks to the Mu'handisin (wise builders), who kept the wells, trade routes and machines functioning.

Then Za'id ibn Al-Dhakir emerged, a young idealist who had witnessed the horror firsthand, yet still stood as a beacon of faith and hope amidst the darkness. He rebuilt Al-Hazzir not out of ambition, but with purpose. He managed to unite various clans and the Mu'handisin (even founding a "builders' guild") with vision, justice, and humility. His authority is shared with the nobles and the builders' guild. Though it is said among the bars that some want him dead, and others try to kill him.

• Structure and hierarchy

• The Steel Imam (currently Za'id ibn Al-Dhakir) He is currently a spiritual leader, a symbol of unity, and the supreme judge in disputes and conflicts. Although he cannot command his own army, his words make everyone tremble; his words move sledgehammers and make his will prevail.

• The Qabayil* (noble houses).

• Noble lineages with territorial and military functions. They control resource-producing areas, defense, and religious relations.

• Building Guilds

• Owners of technical and arcane knowledge, rigidly organized, like metal, responsible for pink innovation and maintenance of artifacts.

The stars spoke to us with fire, Hazzir responded with sacrifice. Today we respond with steel and wisdom.

Shar Markham is more than a culture or a nation. We are a civilization built from dust and ruins, born of sacrifice, forged in the need for order, purpose, and hope. Where demons tore the fabric of the world, and where the Martyr Hazzir Al-Kahtim, with his life, plunged hordes from the abyss, the desert people emerged as heirs of ash and dust.

We no longer pray to absent gods. El Shar Markham venerates reason, precision, and responsibility. The code, metal, sand, and will are pillars—our pillars.

The capital was renamed after its great martyr, Al-Hazzir, who gave his life in the great breach. Long ago, it was built amidst dunes and sand, its heart resplendent: an oasis of science, commerce, and culture when there was nothing else, for it was the port of the first civilization on the continent.

• Who are we? Where were we born? We are Shar Markham, metal and sand.

We are descended from the nomadic, artisan, and spiritual peoples who roamed the deserts of Ahl-haram centuries before the breach, the first city among cities before the breach became what it was. During the war against the infernal and spectral hordes, their knowledge of machinery, chemistry, and strategy saved hundreds of settlements.

But Hazzir the Wise (though old, he was also an unparalleled warrior in duels), united these settlements and the city under one banner against the demons. Later, he joined with Saint Edward and marched by his side, containing the threat, leaving Edward to give life and seal Hell. Rumors say that he is still alive in Hell fighting against endless waves of demons, although the veracity of these myths is as real as the belief that evil can be purged, or perhaps it is real?

There is currently a delicate balance. But even after several years, in some regions its effects are still felt as if the war will continue. It is said that fragments of pride still exist, capable of corrupting those they touch, showing them visions… And to put it at the service of a vile and despotic being.

But only the future will tell what will happen next.

Not mere beasts: The commanders of hundreds of demonic hordes.* The greatest sins ever conceived.*

They fought without eternal rest. Reinforcements arrived from all sides, with so many means of transport covering sky, sea, and air. Even so, they began to retreat from the abyss.

But the great sorceress Maeralith did the unthinkable: She used her own body as a catalyst for a spell. One that completely destroyed one of the deadly sins: pride. The explosion was so great that the very gates of hell trembled. Hundreds of demons under his command perished in that instant. Hundreds more panicked.

The armies of the faithful advanced through the chaos and death, pushing the demons back to hell.

There, Saint Edward gave his life as part of a ritual to seal Hell. Just as a host of 100,000 demons emerged, summoned by the death of a great sinner.

Hazir resisted with his ingenuity, machines, and men for several minutes before falling. But that time was enough for Saint Edward to complete the ritual. And with that, his sacrifice sealed the gates of hell… once and for all.

Many things happened that day, but only these matter: Three heroes died. Three nations were left without a leader… but at peace. A great sin was destroyed. A door was sealed. But a window was opened.

The fragile balance of reality became unstable. Magic flows more easily, yes… But it also thinned the veil that separates us from the abyss.

Sometimes, a demon appears. Sometimes, a couple. And a few times… three handfuls.

Since the fall of pride, two things have happened: In some people, it was amplified. In other cases, it disappeared.

Reality opened up. It shattered. And it was never the same again. The specters emerged from her. They claimed souls and bodies wherever they went. Empires fell. Heroes died. Legends were born. And so it was, for ten long years.

Finally, the great confessor Saint Edward gathered three great armies, along with the archmage Maeralith and Sultan Hazir. They all advanced to the epicenter, annihilating hordes of demons and beings even more unholy than before.

The battle that occurred before the portal closed was one of the greatest ever conceived. Infernal numbers of demons and specters emerged to kill every single soldier who resisted in formation. His numbers were deadly. Those of the demons: immortal.* But the great sorceress Maeralith cast such powerful spells that the demons did not return to hell. Her soul shattered into irreparable pieces.

Saint Edward and Hazir opened a gap in the demonic ranks and plunged into hell itself, determined to close the door from the inside. It was the only way. But then seven great demons came out. Seven great sinners.

A spectrum of silicon and ash drifts over the golden domes. Death, in its oldest and newest forms, has come to claim what time promised it:

bodies, souls, and names.

**Before the “now”, the land was fertile. Now it is nothing but ash. -Because? —What do you mean, “why”? War, of course! —Which war? —Oh, you don't know it? Come here.

Come closer, apprentice. Let me tell you about myths, legends, and the horror that was present for years. Don't be afraid, because they no longer exist… No, thanks to brave souls.

In a world where sin is the rule and not the exception, empires were born, empires died. Through arrogance. Through the iron fist they sowed. Through boredom. Or simply because the opportunity arose. But they don't interest us. No. Only one matters: an empire so vast it unified entire kingdoms under a single vision.

Entire civilizations moving in unison to take it all… not out of greed, but to protect it from those who wanted to take it by force. They didn't come with swords or shields: they came with words and peace. And so, a single man unified everything with words. Without spilling more than a few drops of blood. No conquest, however peaceful, is exempt from bloodshed. As long as the sea goes to the left, there will be fish swimming to the right. Ah, yes... I'm getting sidetracked. Excuse this old dog.

His ambition took him to distant, almost infinite places. Incapable of seeing it all in one lifetime. Incapable of living forever to help his people, and anyone else who needed a hand. Great scholars, alchemists, magicians, philosophers, and historians gathered to see, hear, and do the impossible: conquer death. And they did. But the consequences were so great that even fate itself failed to notice what was happening.