the beyond.

I'm going to be honest and say I'm not 100% sure. We would love this to happen but we have potentially bitten off more than we can chew and want so much for it we're finding it impossible to get it to a point we're happy with. We have also, unfortunately lost a mod. However it doesn't mean it's dead at all and if people are definitely still interested we'll be happy to try and work it all out.

the history of the beyond, including information on the Gods.

the play-able races.

a settings post to give a feel of kingdom.

a prompt - start thinking about what Great Houses you would like to see! 

information on a few groups which will be canon in game.

"What if they found out?" 

"They won't!"

"What if-"

The Kingdom of Arillius

Valeria ; home of the demos ● mixed races

Maela ; home of the merhites ● mixed races

Eirrothrin ; home of therianthropes

Londethrell ; home of the elves

Eryemiré ; the abandoned home of the witches  

Below him breathed the Merhite court, swirls of people and activity as they all moved to their own little tune, the dance and life of a body. All intent on their own activities whatever they may be. It fascinated him in all honesty, although he didn’t understand the need to be down there in the thick of it all, to jostle for place, for the illusion of power that being in the middle of the beast gave them. A living, breathing monster at times, Enzio leaning forward, hands resting on the rail of the balcony, attention caught by someone who most certainly did not belong. A messenger, one among many perhaps, but there was something about his movements, the jerky little motions as he fought against the current that threatened to send him away. Another odd thing, that he wasn’t the smooth motions of the other messengers, and whatever he had to share was clearly important. Enzio could all but taste it, sharp blue eyes tracking the man as he made his way further, tongue flicking out to wet dry lips. Something was coming, something big, every inch of him straining out for it. As eager as the rest of them really, but it wasn’t the show of power that he wanted, the visibility and the endless dances, but the raw energy, the power that the nameless messenger possessed in this moment as at long last, the man reached his father.

The ripple of anger, surprise - and was that fear he could see? - was like a pebble against the water, bouncing from one person to another, leaving a trail in its wake. Like a shock wave it moved through the crowds, a murmur that became a roar, washing over him even as he stood above them all. Dead. The Demos King was... dead. Interesting. Who would have done that naughty little deed, changed everything with one motion, a single act and second. How would it have been done? The knife, the bullet, the wire, the poison. What little toys would have ended the man’s life?

Eyes slanted to the side, taking in Issandria as his sister gracefully moved up the stairs to join him and Enzio was grateful she was here with him for a moment at least. “You?” He questioned softly, knowing the negative answer before it would be spoken. Questions were all he had at the moment, hands full of questions all running through his fingers, but this one at least had a solid answer, one he knew, a tiny little nugget of power. It wasn’t her, and it hadn’t been him, but that still left so many possibilities, and without knowing the who, he was left fumbling in the dark like the rest, but he was determined to find out. That answer promised to hold such tender and raw power it made him almost dizzy merely to think about it, tongue flicking out against his lips once more as he glanced down to the court, to the sheer confusion, the panic below.