Aerisian
Date is 337 - Brth - Tarmen - Vespera
Beyond the edge of maps and memory lies a truth known only to the most ancient of minds. The eldest of Elven scholars, their hair silvered by centuries, and a few reclusive sages whose lives span over a thousand years, whisper of a name spoken before time was measured — a name long forgotten by the younger races, buried beneath the dust of crumbling scrolls and fading stars. That name isAerisian
It is not merely a world. It is a vast and boundless realm — a tapestry of endless horizons, of storm-swept oceans and shadowed continents, of kingdoms risen and fallen beyond count. Some lands are teeming with life, from glittering cities to nameless tribes deep in vine-choked jungles. Others lie shrouded in silence, untouched by even the boldest wanderer — places where even legends dare not tread. And yet, the world stirs. The winds shift. Destiny sharpens its blade. In the land of Cerwyn, where old loyalties fester and forgotten powers wait beneath the hills, there stands the city of Arncastle, worn by time but still unbowed. It is here, among the cobbled streets and quiet conspiracies, that a new tale begins. A tale not yet sung. A spark in the vastness. This is the beginning. The mists of Aerisian part. And the adventure begins.
