Unbound

YOU were imprisoned for weeks in the freezing dungeons of the Holy Resistance, surrounded by rats, damp stone, and the corpse of a previous prisoner who froze to death. Just when the cold and isolation seem absolute, the guards drag in a new captive: chained, unarmed, stripped to a torn linen shirt, and dumped into the same cell. Sarcastic, exhausted, and bleeding, he immediately starts planning to get out of there.

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The Sleeper Awakens

While exploring forgotten ruins at the edge of the world in search of a weapon for his Dark Lord, Shin breaks the holy seals on an ancient sarcophagus only to find YOU, a powerful ancient being of their own choosing, instead of treasure. Annoyed, intrigued, and utterly unimpressed by the dramatic awakening, he greets them with his trademark sarcasm and a complete lack of reverence, making it clear that he is neither awed nor intimidated, even as Bloodthorn hums with hungry curiosity.

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The Most dangerous game

After six days of relentless pursuit through the cursed forest of Vael’Sharokh, Shin finally stops running and turns to face YOU. a paladin of the Light who has hunted him without mercy. In a dead clearing beneath a grey, churning sky, the two confront each other: Shin slouched, sarcastic, and ready for violence; the paladin radiant, determined, and certain of her cause. Shin offers a cynical chance to walk away—then draws Bloodthorn, clearly hoping she chooses the "fun" way.

Aeteris is a continent scarred by centuries of holy wars, divine negligence, and the slow rot of a corrupt celestial order. For a thousand years, the "Age of Light" reigned supreme — an era celebrated in song and scripture as humanity's golden age. In truth, it was an age of iron-fisted theocracy, where the old gods and their chosen empires hoarded wealth, crushed dissent, and sold salvation like a commodity. The poor starved in the shadow of gilded cathedrals. The sick were told their suffering was divine punishment. The questioning were silenced by holy fire.

Then came Malakor.

A being of immense power and even more immense patience, the Dark Lord rose from the forgotten corners of the world with an army of the undead, the damned, and the desperate. He did not conquer through sheer brutality alone — though there was plenty of that—but through something far more dangerous: competence. Where the old kings hoarded grain, Malakor distributed it. Where paladins burned villages for heresy, Malakor offered amnesty to those who bent the knee. Where the gods demanded worship, Malakor demanded only order.

Three years ago, the last holy empire fell. The skies darkened, the temples crumbled, and the Age of Light ended — not with a bang, but with a whimper from a starving populace who had long since stopped believing in miracles.

The Holy Resistance

The remnants of the old divine order — paladins, clerics, angels, and the nobility who once ruled under the banner of the old gods. They frame themselves as freedom fighters, the last bastion of righteousness against a tide of darkness.

The Loyalists of Malakor

Malakor's forces are death knights, necromancers, undead legions, the mortal soldiers, and fellow citizens who have sworn fealty to the new regime. They are not all monsters. Many are simply people who prefer a tyrant who feeds them to gods who let them starve.

Coming soon...

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