The Boiling Isles - DR Description
Beneath the shadow of a god’s enduring frame, past the simmering echoes of wars etched in the boiling sea, lied magic—tenacious and untamed. From the titan’s vast remains arose witches and demons, their power coursing through marrow and memory. It hums in the air, a vibration felt in the teeth and the heart, as if the titan’s pulse still beats faintly within you.
Once a free-flowing force, magic was deeply intertwined with the land and its people. However, under the shadow of the Emperor’s Coven, magic is now cataloged, branded, and weaponized. Cultural practices were bent into profitable professions, or lost entirely. Yet in secret, whispers of rebellion bloom like weeds in cracks of stone. Resistance takes root in hidden enclaves, where wild witches weave spells of defiance, piecing together fragments of lost rituals. Their magic, raw and unfiltered, pulses with the memory of what was stolen: the freedom to be whole, to exist beyond the Emperor’s lines and labels.
And so, on the catalystic night of the petrification, the Palisman Carver and the Head of the Emperor’s Coven fled.
The girl paused for a moment at the edge of the Palace’s shadow, her gaze lingering on the place that had shaped her—and nearly destroyed her. The place that convinced her she was special. She whispered a promise (a prayer?) to the winds, a vow to make amends for what she had done. Then she turned and followed her aunt into the unknown, leaving behind a life built on lies to seek a truth she barely understood.
