𝕴𝕽𝕺𝕹 𝕢𝕰𝕰𝕻

Left Torch

β„Œπ”¦π”°π”±π”¬π”―π”¦π”ž ℭ𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔑𝔦𝔰

The long history of our land is all but lost. The only soul cataloguing the ancient text and storied legens of this world resides in te Keep.

The Iron Keep stands at the edge of a forest, shrouded in mist and memory. Within its walls, a lone castellan keeps records of all of our histories, for better or worse. The codex is maintained in walls and walls of dusty tomes, with no rhyme or reason to their organization. Each of these is transcribed into a song in the mind of the lord of the keep, then put to parchment and recorded alongside the story that it inspires.


The Castellan of the Keep is chained in place for eternity.