Before dawn, the stillness of the night shattered. The roar rolled over the cliffs like thunder: a sound so immense it seemed to shake the foundations of the city itself. You bolted upright, heart hammering, and ran to the nearest tower Continue Reading →
The magus inclines her head, almost imperceptibly, as if conceding—but her eyes never leave yours. Continue Reading →
The sound of boots on stone shatters the silence.
Metal clinks — swords drawn. Voices rise from the corridor. Continue Reading →
The summary of your path: Death. Continue Reading →
The sound comes first — the clatter of boots, the ring of steel.
Guards. Continue Reading →
You lift the mushroom to your lips and the room contracts: the walls breathe, the sea’s hiss becomes a drum under skin. Continue Reading →
You set the quill down, the parchment untouched, and let a long silence fill the room. The city sleeps beneath the banners of your house, unaware that the game is already changing. Continue Reading →
The parchment trembles slightly in your hands as you seal it, the wax warm from your signet. A messenger waits at the gate, a shadow against the morning mist. Continue Reading →
The ink dries, the parchment curling slightly at the edges, and you send your proclamation out across Moravice and the surrounding lands. Word spreads like wildfire. Continue Reading →
The advisors arrived in Moravice under the cover of a brisk spring morning. Their ships glided into the harbor, banners fluttering in the wind with the imperial crest of Claudius gleaming in gilt and silver. Continue Reading →