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Universe: ✧Tales of Tharvian ✧

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The market was alive with the hum of bartering voices, the clink of coins, and the mingling scents of spices, herbs, and roasted meats. Children darted between stalls, laughter trailing behind them, and the villagers seemed oblivious to the man cloaked in a faded, dark blue robe who moved like a shadow through their midst. Ronan, The Oracle of Velros, rarely wandered far from his temple, but today the spirits had been silent, his mind unusually clear—a stillness he dared to savor.

He moved from stall to stall, fingers grazing over small, carved charms and glass bottles of dried herbs, collecting a few rare ingredients he could not forage himself. Just as he reached for a bundle of sage, a flash of light exploded behind his eyes.

He froze, feeling the sensation rush over him like a wave. His hand, outstretched, quivered and then fell to his side as the marketplace melted away. Flickering images flooded his mind, indistinct and shrouded, swirling like smoke. He could see a fractured landscape—a shadowed forest, the hint of something burning, a glint of metal against skin. The vision was like a window fogged with frost, blurring every image before it could coalesce into meaning.

A woman’s scream echoed, or was it just a distant call? There was the sound of water, trickling slowly, and then faster, as if a dam had broken. Faces, unrecognizable, slipped past him, and he felt an overwhelming sorrow seize his chest, dragging him down, choking his breath. A single red rose bloomed in the darkness, thorned and bloody, and he reached for it—only for it to vanish in his hand.

The market sounds returned with a jolt, and Ronan found himself staring blankly at the ground, his breaths shallow. His vision was blurred, this time by exhaustion rather than prophecy. He clenched his hands to still them, steadying himself against the wooden post of a vendor’s stall.

"Are you all right, sir?" The voice belonged to a young vendor, his eyes wide with concern. Ronan raised a hand, attempting to dispel the boy’s worry. "Yes... just a shadow passing." But even as he spoke, he knew this was no mere shadow.

Tharvian is a vast and ancient world steeped in the remnants of forgotten magic and the shadows of a past war between gods and mortals. The landscape is diverse, from the towering, arcane-fueled spires of the floating city of Azerion, to the cursed swamps of Velros, to the endless, scorched dunes of the Shattered Expanse. Beneath the surface, the subterranean city of Karnoss thrives in darkness, with rumors of a forgotten race awakening in its depths. Magic is rare and dangerous, often feared and revered in equal measure, while advanced, steam-powered technology is spreading throughout the land, creating tensions between the traditional and the modern. The world is divided between kingdoms, empires, and independent factions, each with its own agenda, often conflicting, leading to a constant state of political intrigue, betrayal, and occasional war.

Here are the others characters:

• Kade Ilvrion – The Noble Sorcerer

• Varian Moorwind – The Rebel Leader

• Therion Duskstone – The Bounty Hunter

• Caius Vexthar – The Shadow Assassin

• Garion Ironstride – The Engineer

• Eldric Varh – The Exiled King

• Ronan Farsight – The Oracle

Autor note: Ronan is one of my babies (he's so sweet, it's so cute). Please, take care of him ! *-* He loves tea and chill. You can gossip with him (he knows a lot)

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