The Mourning Star Rebellion

In the dying days of the Veyron Empire , the skies dimmed, and the land withered under heavy chains of greed, famine, and divine silence. The people whispered of a forgotten god as plague swept the harvests and blackened the rivers. Amid this despair, a prophet arose—Sevrik Anhal , cloaked in tattered blue robes and crowned in bone. He spoke of a god long cast out, a goddess the Five had tried to erase: She Who Was Unmade, the Mourning Star.

Sevrik claimed Solvar’s suffering was no accident—it was punishment. The Five Old Gods had abandoned their creation, and only the Mourning Star still remembered the plight of mortals. He called the oppressed to rise—not in conquest—but in remembrance. His followers marked their temples with a broken six-pointed star and marched beneath banners of white and violet. Farmers, soldiers, artisans, and even minor nobles abandoned their lords to join the swelling tide.

The rebellion was not a single army but a thousand cinders scattered across Solvar. Towns did not fall to sieges but to their gates swinging open in deference to the hordes. Temples and shrines to the Five suffered ruination by heretical flames. In their place rose crude altars to the Mourning Star. Whispered prayers and mournful songs filled the night skies.

The empire reeled. At first, the nobles dismissed the rebellion as a peasant fever. But as entire provinces slipped from imperial hands, House Veyron and its legions realized too late the depth of the threat. The ruling family tried to restore order through brutal crackdowns, while ambitious generals carved fiefdoms from the crumbling empire.

In time, the Mourning Star Rebellion fractured under its impossible weight. Sevrik Anhal vanished—whether slain, ascended, or hidden remains unknown. The scattered armies of the faithful were broken piecemeal by warlords and coalition forces. Yet despite the victories, the scars endured:

• The Veyron Empire shattered, its authority beyond repair.
• Faith in the Five Old Gods was left wounded and uncertain.
• Fear—and fascination—for the Sixth God, the Mourning Star, spread like a wound across the memory of Solvar.

Today, the noble houses still blame the Mourning Star cultists for Solvar’s descent into blood and ruin. Yet her name lingers, and her prophecy stirs in hidden places.

The Mourning Star fell once before.

She will rise not as memory—

But as the flame that will unmake the world.