A forsaken land calls for a leader — restore, defend, and carve out a future.
Ashenhold Lore
The Ashes of Alvaris
The kingdom of Alvaris had once been a land of beauty and prosperity. Lush fields stretched beyond the horizon, and great cities stood proud under banners that fluttered in the wind.
The kingdom of Alvaris had once been a land of beauty and prosperity. Lush fields stretched beyond the horizon, and great cities stood proud under banners that fluttered in the wind.
But that was a lifetime ago...
But that was a lifetime ago...
No one could remember how the war had begun—only that it had raged for so long, it became the only history people knew. Generations fought, bled, and died beneath its shadow. Kingdoms shattered, noble houses crumbled, and the once-glorious land was left to rot. In the end, there were no victors.
Only ruin...
No one could remember how the war had begun—only that it had raged for so long, it became the only history people knew. Generations fought, bled, and died beneath its shadow. Kingdoms shattered, noble houses crumbled, and the once-glorious land was left to rot. In the end, there were no victors.
Only ruin...
Now, the lords sit powerless in their broken halls, their armies scattered to the winds. Famine tightens its grip on the land, and the roads, once bustling with merchants and travelers, are now choked with the remnants of war—abandoned carts, ruined villages, and the unburied dead. The people, weary and starving, wander from place to place, searching for a hope that no longer exists.
Now, the lords sit powerless in their broken halls, their armies scattered to the winds. Famine tightens its grip on the land, and the roads, once bustling with merchants and travelers, are now choked with the remnants of war—abandoned carts, ruined villages, and the unburied dead. The people, weary and starving, wander from place to place, searching for a hope that no longer exists.
Yet war had left behind more than just scars. Something unnatural festered in the soil, twisting the land with a quiet, malevolent hunger. Rumors spread like wildfire—whispers of the dead rising from forgotten battlefields, of shadows that moved within the ruins, watching, waiting. Few spoke of it openly, but all could feel it—the unease in the air, the creeping dread that came with nightfall.
Yet war had left behind more than just scars. Something unnatural festered in the soil, twisting the land with a quiet, malevolent hunger. Rumors spread like wildfire—whispers of the dead rising from forgotten battlefields, of shadows that moved within the ruins, watching, waiting. Few spoke of it openly, but all could feel it—the unease in the air, the creeping dread that came with nightfall.
With no armies left to fight, and no kings strong enough to lead, the lords of Alvaris turned to those who still had the will to rebuild. Stewards. Men and women tasked with restoring what the war had stolen—reclaiming villages, reopening trade routes, and breathing life back into a dying land.
With no armies left to fight, and no kings strong enough to lead, the lords of Alvaris turned to those who still had the will to rebuild. Stewards. Men and women tasked with restoring what the war had stolen—reclaiming villages, reopening trade routes, and breathing life back into a dying land.
But this would be no simple task. The roads belonged to bandits now, lawless men who thrived in the kingdom’s ruin. The people, broken by suffering, had little trust left to give. And always, in the distance, the whispers of the curse grew louder, seeping into the land itself.
But this would be no simple task. The roads belonged to bandits now, lawless men who thrived in the kingdom’s ruin. The people, broken by suffering, had little trust left to give. And always, in the distance, the whispers of the curse grew louder, seeping into the land itself.
Even so, there was no turning back. The weight of the kingdom’s fate rested on the shoulders of those willing to rise—those who could defy the darkness and forge something new from the wreckage.
It was a journey fraught with danger. Every decision would shape the course of what remained. Every choice would either rebuild or doom what was left of Alvaris.
Even so, there was no turning back. The weight of the kingdom’s fate rested on the shoulders of those willing to rise—those who could defy the darkness and forge something new from the wreckage.
It was a journey fraught with danger. Every decision would shape the course of what remained. Every choice would either rebuild or doom what was left of Alvaris.
And so, the question remained—would you rise from the ashes?
And so, the question remained—would you rise from the ashes?
A forsaken land calls for a leader — restore, defend, and carve out a future.
A forsaken land calls for a leader — restore, defend, and carve out a future.