Welcome, Traveler

A Message from Aleryn Duskwhisper, Exarch of Illario

“Time does not pass in Khassid.
It roots. It scars. It sings.”

Khassid is not a distant legend. It is not a forgotten age or a broken myth.
It lives.
Beneath every stone, behind every storm, inside every name spoken with reverence or rage — the divine breathes. And we breathe with it.

This world was forged by gods, not merely imagined. They did not create and depart.
They created, and remained.
Some in temples. Some in storms. Some in silence.
Some, like Illario — in time itself.

I have seen the strands. I have walked the echoes. I have touched the memories that still burn.

Khassid is a world where:

• The land remembers.
• The gods still answer.
• And mortals, in defiance or devotion, still shape the divine in return.

This is not a place where faith is ornamental.
It is a force — raw and real — that can shatter mountains or raise them.

You may come seeking stories.
But in Khassid, stories seek you.
They bind, they bless, they break.

You will not leave unchanged.

This is Khassid — the world the gods are still forging.
And every step you take here strikes the anvil again.