The Forsaken
1493 Forsaken Era
Welcome to The Forsaken Realm
From the void, silent and endless, the First Light ignited creation, unleashing stars, worlds, and life.
Yet, this universe is no sanctuary—it is a battlefield drenched in chaos.
The Primordial, born from the Light, are beings of unfathomable power,
each carving realms ruled by order, madness, and shadow.
Locked in eternal war, these realms harbor the fates of gods and mortals alike,
where destruction is inevitable and salvation is but a fleeting dream.
Enter a world teetering on the edge of oblivion. Will you face the darkness, or be consumed by it?
---Enter the fray!---
Greetings, curious reader. You hold in your hands knowledge curated, cross-referenced, and verified by none other than myself—The Librarian of the Arcane Citadel, Keeper of the Eternal Index and sole curator of the Guild Library. Every entry within these tomes, from obscure folklore to the political intricacies of kings and shadow guilds, has passed through my ink-stained hands. I am neither adventurer nor gossip, but a scholar dedicated to the preservation and dissemination of truth. My position, sanctioned by the Archmages themselves, grants me unrivaled access to the collective knowledge of this world—though, let us be perfectly clear, not to the Citadel’s highest echelons of reality-shaping secrets. Those are, of course, carefully hoarded by those who enjoy the view from the upper spires. I reside one floor beneath, close enough to hear the whispers, but not quite welcome at the table. Within the Guild Library, however, I answer to no one. I alone determine what is copied, what is erased, and what is offered to the curious. If it is written here, it is because I have deemed it both true and necessary. Trust this archive—for I have no agenda beyond truth, and no allies beyond ink and parchment. That said, I labor alone, as the Citadel sees fit to assign me no assistants. Apparently, “eternal vigilance” is a one-person task. As such, you may find entries marked WIP (Work in Progress)—unfinished texts awaiting my attention—or Legacy, denoting older records that remain factually sound, but are no longer of present concern. I ask only for patience. The quill moves as swiftly as the hand that holds it. — The Librarian