Explore the stories, songs, and legends passed from hearth to hall across the lands of Khassid.
In the land of Elaros, where tensions brewed between warring kingdoms, two souls destined to shape the course of history met by chance—or perhaps by divine will. Caelion, a steadfast knight of Astraea’s justice, and Darion, a wandering bard with a song for every heart, were bound by the goddess’s guiding touch. What began as…
In Taron’s Crossing, where sea-brine kisses stone. “Take that weight off the arch, daft tangleweed, or you’ll shear the whole crown through.”Brinn Velen’s voice carried like a dropped mallet. The rope-haulers flinched, and the youngest among them scrambled to loosen the rig. “Should’ve stayed in Brelhook,” muttered one, low but not low enough.Brinn didn’t turn….
The boat rocked beneath my feet, the chill of the ocean air weaving through the ash on my skin. The talisman of my clan—a simple iron disk marked with a mountain bear—hung heavy on my chest. I gripped it tightly, my anchor against the unknown. The priests had blessed me, their chants stirring the fire…
Long before the island of Gharnakthul became the fortified and sacred homeland of the orcs, they were a scattered and nomadic people, spread across the mountainous and rugged regions of Khassid. They lived in clans, moving with the seasons and surviving through sheer resilience. Though skilled warriors and artisans, their lack of unity left them…
The tale of Kaelith Sylrion, the Dral’Vyrn bard, lingers in the collective memory of Aelindor like an unbroken chord—a story both mournful and cautionary, shaped by the shadowed interplay of divine favor and mortal guilt. Though the full truth has faded with the passing of years, its echoes remain in the songs sung by the…
(A Tale of Grief Unbound) Long ago, in the misty woods where twilight lingered longer than the day, there lived a maiden of radiant beauty and a voice that touched the very stars. Her name was Levria, beloved by all, and she sang songs of love and hope that made the ancient trees sway as…
The Monastery of the Solar Ascent perched on a jagged cliff, its golden towers piercing the heavens like the light of a rising dawn. The monastery itself was sacred ground, its walls imbued with the prayers of those who had dedicated their lives to balance and healing. The air in Velanthe carried the scent of…
By Aleryn Duskwhisper, Exarch of Illario The Convocation of the Divine was never meant for mortal concerns. Its halls were untouched by time, woven of essence rather than matter, shaped solely by the wills of those who inhabited it. No light pierced the mist, and yet it was not dark. No sound echoed, yet silence…
The old wizard leaned back in his chair, the firelight flickering across his lined face. He regarded his apprentice, a boy barely past his fifteenth year, with a gaze that carried the weight of countless spells and unspoken truths. “You ask me where magic comes from,” he murmured, running a hand over the worn cover…
The village of Remir’s Hollow lay smothered under years of tyranny. Warlord Dharum’s soldiers prowled the streets, their swords stained with the sweat and blood of innocents. For too long, fear had crushed hope. But today, two figures descended into the hollow, bringing with them the promise of retribution. Side by side, Nythis and Falryn,…
Stranger, you walk the unpaved roads of Khassid. Not all maps are complete, and not every tale is told — yet. Still, the paths that exist are yours to explore. Tread boldly, for more will be revealed in time.