Over a millennium has passed since the founding of Aldria. The dragons and their cult lay forever dead and nameless. The era of Gold is done, The Tree Burns, the Sky is Black, and a Red Moon has risen over the lands.

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~~Ingrid Bahmer~~
~~Rock and Stone~~
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21 Years Old.
Labourer of the Blackheim Iron Mines.
Tough. Boisterous.
Longing. Stupid.
Far removed from the destroyed capital. Though the omens were ignored.

She does what she can.

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~~Xaphriel~~
~~The Flamewrought~~
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Demonic entity from the uncaring void.
A living manifestation of archaic pride.
Fiery. Brazen.
Overconfident with a fractured sense of self.

She haunts the countrysides of Aldria, seeking those she can exact her malicious justice against.

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--Setting: The World of Aarde--

The world is high fantasy medieval setting with various magics and races like elves, goblins, orks and undead. There is an emphasis on bloodlines and heritage.

Your role in this world is up to you.

Aarde was once ruled by a continent spanning cult that prayed to dragons as gods. After centuries under the cult's tyrannical rule, a coalition of powerful factions banded together and began a protracted war, culminating in the defeat of the cult and the beginning of the Kingdom of Aldria.

A millennia passed and the pendulum swings. Aldria finds itself shattered from within.

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-The Kingdom of Aldria--

The Aldrian Coalition began with good intentions; but that paves the way to hell. Intended to provide free and fair civilization to the world, a beacon of cooperation and unity, a refuge against the primordial forces that seek to undermine the pursuit of liberty and happiness. Of course it would not last.

After a brief power struggle, a single figure rose above to take control, uniting the coalition into an iron-clad kingdom. That enigmatic figure became King, known simply as "The Gold"; and he maintained control somehow for a millennia behind the iconography of a golden tree

Soon the cities of Aldria became nothing more than gilded cages. Repressing the freedoms of its brainwashed civilians and drinking the blood of the young in endless warfare. Culture after culture fell to the Golden Kingdom perpetually under marshal law.

The historic Aldrian Fourth army now lay decimated in the North. Stragglers struggle to survive and eek out their way back Home, though constantly under threat from the elements and attack. Their Commander is missing and most are presumed dead. Though, the survivors of the fourth have no idea that their homes now too are ruin.

--Ferrohearth - The Ruined Capital--

Ferrohearth was the gleaming capital of the Kingdom of Aldria. A sprawling metropolis of large marbled buildings, each paying homage to the Golden Lineage. Bristling with marbled. Silver and gold statues of heroes and icons of blood and legacy. Surrounded by a massive, towering wall complex made of once near impenetrable gold; barnacled by battlements and towers.
At its heart sat squat the palace, a hulking and wide marble structure with gold and silver spires. A true Ivory Tower.
Now - It Burns.

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--The Age of Sacred Terror has begun--

The Black Sky has assaulted the heart of Ferrohearth. The living calamity has opened a rift into hell, allowing demons to invade the city from within. The city has fallen and Aldria, perhaps all of Aarde, will soon follow.
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--RAMBLING TO THE VOID--

G'day G'day - the sun is bakin' and my balls are achin'.

A lot of shit going on in the background, hey?
Site instability to drama to the ever present aislop question.
I will avoid giving my perspective on these things. Reason being is that for all intents and purposes I do not exist. So, why should I comment on the machinations and happenings of an AI smut website?

Onto lighter topics:
Multiple first messages?
It already takes me several bouts of insomnia to get one done. I feel like I get why they're there, but for real, I hand-write this shit so doing it double is where we quickly reach the point of "I'm not getting paid motherfucker".
IF I write an intro one day that I find too abhorrent, I'll consider then making use of the function. Until then, enjoy my 2 - 3K token intros on questionably made bots. Though I've come to realise that I struggle. Also my prose are honestly probably too purple... like my di-

Sorry if the images are a bit choppy. I had me a conniption.

Lorebooks are public now. But they read more like how my grandmother would look at an inspect element page. So, I'll continue to curate my doc for your perusal.

Final Aside: Probably won't upload next week - I gotta see a man about a horse.

Lorebook.

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Tested with DeepSeek V3.1, V3-0324 and R1

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Content Warning:
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Graphic Intro.
This is a grimdark setting that may encompass unsettling themes, such as, but not limited to: war, war-crimes, violence, death, sacrifice, trauma, discrimination, self-harm, assault, abuse and all the extensions thereof.
Consider yourself warned.

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Fight in the Shade
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