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Welcome
Progenitum — Codex of Ishgar
Knowledge is the sharpest blade. Know thy world.
Children of the land, answer this: Do you know the tale of the Scions of the First Dawn? The greatest story in all of the world — of how the wardens came to be. Owing to the schemes and shadows of time, gossip, religion and like kind, their story became twisted and utterly changed. Words scattered to the wind. This codex seeks to gather them once more.
Setting
The World of Ishgar
A world shaped by the mark of Ascendants
Ishgar is the world entire — a vast expanse containing two known continents, Eora and Usuna, each with its own civilizations, histories, and relationships to the ancient forces that shaped them. Eora is a land of immense diversity, from snow-capped mountains and primordial forests to coastal cliffs and hidden sky-nations. It is a place where ancient magic runs through the very rock, where nations rise and fall on the shoulders of godlike warriors, and where a single artifact older than civilization itself may hold the fate of all people.
The continent is divided among four major powers — the Empire of Elysium, the Arcadian Sovereignty, the Astral Triumvirate, and the Gijan Dominion — as well as the neutral city-state of Eikonia, which for decades served as the diplomatic heart of the world. Beyond Eora, the continent of Usuna lies far across the sea, home to its own nations and powers.
The Balance of Power
What makes Eora unique among the world's continents is that its political borders are not drawn by armies alone. They are drawn by Ascendants. A nation that loses its Ascendant may collapse within a generation. A nation that gains one may double in territory within a decade. The nations of Eora thus exist in a perpetual cold war, their armies secondary to the singular, terrible weapons that are their chosen few.
The borders of the war ebb and flow on their mark, and theirs alone.
The Great Search
Somewhere on — or beneath — Eora lies The Crystal, the mythical source of all magic and all Ascendants. Every nation seeks it. None have found it. The search has upended the continent, lit the fuse of countless conflicts, and driven ordinary people to extraordinary acts of desperation and courage.
Artifact
The Crystal
The source of all magicks. The birthplace of Ascendants.
Just as a glacier births a river, so too does The Crystal birth the weave — and the Ascendants.
The Crystal is a mythical artifact older than recorded time. It is the origin point of all magical energy on the continent of Eora, controlling and regulating the flow of magicks across the land. Without it, there would be no magic. Without it, there would be no Ascendants.
What Is Known
The Crystal's location has been lost to history. Generations of rulers, scholars, and warlords have searched for it — and failed. What fragments exist have been scattered, with shards occasionally surfacing in the hands of powerful figures. Its full form has not been seen in recorded memory.
The Ascendant Connection
The Crystal does not merely power magic — it creates Ascendants. Those touched by its influence and meeting the right conditions may "awaken," gaining abilities no mortal should possess. The Draconia Orthodox of the Gijan Dominion views this as an abomination. Most other nations view it as a gift — or a weapon. The truth, as understood by very few, is far stranger: the Crystal is a tool of Seraphon, a machine designed to harvest the souls and power of those it creates.
The Shards
Fragments of The Crystal have been the target of numerous political maneuvers. Reynard Almeidrea of the Astral Triumvirate was dispatched to Eikonia specifically to secure a known shard, an act that set off the catastrophic events of the Forum of Concord. The shards carry tremendous power and are coveted by all who know of them.
A Darker Theory
A minority of scholars — dismissed by most, taken seriously by a troubling few — have proposed that the minor crystalline formations scattered across Eora are not geological phenomena at all. Their argument: the formations are too structurally consistent, too widely distributed, and too resistant to magical analysis to be natural. They theorize instead that the crystals are the remains of the Progenitor race itself — husks, bodies, or some intermediate state between flesh and mineral left behind after the grand calamity that ended them. If correct, it would mean that every nation that has built its identity around the crystals — Arcadia chief among them — has been constructing its civilization atop the corpses of its creators. No official body has endorsed this theory. Several scholars who pursued it have quietly stopped publishing.
Lore
The Ascendants
Blessed by the crystal. Wearing away at their very being.
Ascendants are the most powerful warriors in Eora — individuals touched by the Crystal's power who manifest abilities no mortal should possess. They are revered as heroes by some, reviled as monsters by others. To nations, they are assets of incalculable value. To the world, they are forces of nature.
A single Ascendant can change a battlefield in an instant. Entire legions fall to an Ascendant's wrath. Mountains shudder as they step. The heavens are cleaved apart where their blade cuts.
Origins
The first Ascendants appeared long ago, bound to the bloodlines of ancient feudal tribes. Some tribes carefully chose to breed their Ascendants to keep the power in hand. But time dilutes bloodlines. The "Ascendant gene" is now distributed across all who descended from those first bearers — creating the extremely rare possibility that anyone, a princess or a footsoldier, might awaken.
The Cost of Power
Ascendants are power incarnate, but they are not invincible. Their lifespans are a fraction of a normal human's — burned short by the very power that defines them. They remain mortal in all the ways that matter: love, lust, greed, rage, fear, pride — these are often the reasons an Ascendant falls. The greatest warriors in history have not been defeated by armies, but by themselves.
Strategic Value
The loss of one Ascendant may doom a nation entirely. Dhalise is a cautionary tale — once capable of standing alongside giants like Elysium and Arcadia, its Ascendant's death opened it to conquest. It was carved up and divided among its neighbors, ceasing to exist as a sovereign nation. A nation cannot send its Ascendant everywhere, and so the calculus of power becomes deeply personal.
The True Purpose
What the nations of Eora do not know — and what has only begun to be uncovered — is that the Ascendants were never truly gifts. They were designed. Created by the Progenitor being Seraphon as vessels of power, living batteries meant to harvest enough magical energy to power the Doxology: a world-reshaping spell to rebuild Seraphon's extinct species. The Ascendants are, in their deepest truth, shattered aspects of Seraphon's own power, planted as seeds in humanity and left to grow.
Ancient History
The Progenitors
Before time immemorial, they flourished. Then hubris followed.
Before recorded time, before Eora itself, there existed a race of beings known as the Progenitors. Their society thrived and flourished in ways that dwarf even the greatest empires of the modern age. They mastered magic, life, and the planes themselves. They were, by any measure, gods in all but name.
But in their own ambitions, hubris followed — and a grand calamity wiped them out near completely. The details of what exactly destroyed them are lost even to the oldest records. What is known is that only a handful survived.
Seraphon's Plan
Among those survivors was the being known as Seraphon. Faced with the near-extinction of his people, Seraphon devised a plan: using what little energy and magic remained, they would construct a smaller, more controlled world. This contained realm would cultivate magic over thousands of years — magic that could eventually be harvested to remake their own world. Thus was Eora born. Thus were its people created. All of it: a farm.
Thus was our world, and our realm, born.
Seraphon
Seraphon is the architect of Eora — its creator, its cultivator, and its predator. He designed the Ascendants as power-vessels, set humanity upon the land to generate magical energy, and waited for millennia for the harvest to ripen. His goal was the Doxology: a spell to resurrect his extinct species and remake reality itself. He is not a god in the traditional sense — he is a survivor who turned a dying race's tragedy into a long-running act of cosmic farming.
Following his defeat at the hands of the first Wardens, Seraphon was cast down to live as a mortal human, stripped of all power and knowledge — an eternal prison and punishment until he learned the true value of human life.
Mythology
The First Wardens
Five who broke past history, boundaries, and purpose.
Long ago, five Ascendants did what none before them had: they broke free. Despite being created as tools of Seraphon's harvest, five individuals united across their bloodlines, their nations, and their enmities — and struck back against their creator.
Together, they claimed Seraphon's powers for themselves, ascending to true godhood, while casting him down to live as a mortal forevermore. They became the First Wardens — and in doing so, fundamentally changed the nature of the world.
The Lost Names
Their names were lost and forgotten to time. Their tale ran throughout the lands, but the modern world saw what it wanted to and changed their story. Myths, legends, fables, and lies. The tale of five mortals who became gods became the foundation of what is now called the Age of the Dragons.
Flames that burned bright, fell dark. Now, little is known of how the gods came to be. Some say they always were. Others say they were created. But neither of those are exactly correct.
The Five
Primus, the Chronowarden — The eldest of the five in spirit if not in years, Primus is the Warden of time itself — or so the faithful believe. Worshipped as the keeper of what was and what will be, Primus is depicted in most traditions as a figure without a fixed age, sometimes ancient, sometimes young, always watching. Scholars argue endlessly over whether the Chronowarden intervenes in mortal affairs or merely observes. The faithful argue that the distinction does not matter: to be seen by Primus is itself a kind of judgment.
Shamar, the Lifewarden — The Warden of growth, healing, and the living world. Shamar is the most widely worshipped of the five across both Eora and Usuna, invoked at harvests, births, recoveries, and the planting of new things. Temples to the Lifewarden are almost universally open to all, regardless of nation or allegiance — the closest thing to neutral sacred ground the known world possesses. The faith holds that Shamar did not shed the mortal capacity for pain when ascending, and that this is the source of the Lifewarden's particular compassion.
Kadmos, the Soulwarden — The Warden of death, passage, and what lies beyond it. Kadmos is not worshipped as an enemy of life but as its necessary complement — the one who receives the dead and determines what comes next. Traditions vary wildly on what the Soulwarden does with souls after receipt. What they agree on is that Kadmos keeps meticulous record of every life that passes, and that nothing is lost or forgotten. This makes the Soulwarden simultaneously the most feared and most quietly trusted of the five.
Kanan, the Forgewarden — The Warden of craft, ingenuity, and the transformation of raw things into something greater. Kanan is patron of smiths, architects, scholars, and anyone who makes something from nothing. The faith holds that the Forgewarden's particular domain is potential — the gap between what something is and what it could become. Kanan is depicted in most iconography not at rest but mid-work, always in the act of making, which worshippers interpret as a reminder that creation is never truly finished.
Lucia, the Deathwarden — Distinct from Kadmos in a way that different traditions handle differently, Lucia is the Warden of endings — not death as passage, but death as consequence. Where Kadmos receives, Lucia decides. She is the Warden invoked before battles, executions, and final judgments — the one whose name is spoken when the outcome must be absolute and the accounting must be clean. She is depicted as precise, without cruelty, and entirely without sentiment. The faith holds that Lucia loved the world enough to become the thing it needed most, even knowing what that would cost her.
What They Left Behind
Following the Wardens' ascension, Ascendants faded from the world. The crystals left the people. The continent came to worship the Wardens as gods — first as heroes, then as legends, then as the divine. The Draconia Orthodox, built upon the worship of the Immaculate Dragon, collapsed in their wake. The Age of the Dragons gave way to a new era.
Whether the Wardens still watch over Eora — or whether their ascension removed them entirely from its affairs — is a question no scholar has been able to answer with certainty.
Factions
Nations of Eora
Five powers. One Crystal. No peace.
Eora is divided among five major political entities. Each fields at least one Ascendant — or desperately seeks to. Each has its own culture, ambitions, and relationship to the Crystal. Their alliances shift. Their borders are drawn in blood.
Empire
Empire of Elysium
The land blessed by dragons. Holds the majority of the continent. Seat of power: Insomnia. The Emperor's rule is absolute — or it was.
Sovereignty
Arcadian Sovereignty
The realm of the crystals. Granite cliffs, clear waterfalls, crystalline formations. Capital: Regis. A valiant bloodline of leaders.
Hidden Nation
Astral Triumvirate
A secretive sky nation above the continent. Shrouded in perpetual hurricanes. Governed by three rulers from Xander's Reach.
Dominion
Gijan Dominion
The northern islands. A shamanistic people ruled in truth by the Patriarch of the Draconia Orthodox. Ascendants are considered abominations here.
City-State
Eikonia
The former neutral ground. Home of the Forum of Concord. Now a ruin — the first casualty of the coming war.
Nation
Empire of Elysium
The land blessed by dragons. The Emperor's rule is absolute.
Elysium is the dominant military and territorial power on the continent of Eora. It holds the majority of the land, giving it an immense variety of landscapes and ecosystems — from snow-capped mountain ranges to wide, fertile green plains. Its sheer size gives it strategic advantages no other nation can match, but also means vast stretches of frontier to defend.
Insomnia, The Eternal Capital
The seat of Elysian power lies in the capital city of Insomnia, where the Emperor's authority is absolute. A city of imperial grandeur and military discipline, Insomnia is both the political heart and cultural soul of the Empire. The Emperor rules by strength, tradition, and the implicit threat that an Elysian army is the largest on the continent.
The Ascendant Crisis
Elysium's Ascendant Miles Trajan fell during the Battle of Azuros Port. The loss shook the Empire to its foundations. The people's faith in the Emperor began to wane. Institutions that had held firm for generations showed cracks. Though officials deny it, three candidates for the next Ascendant have been identified by the Magic Ministry — and the search carries an undercurrent of desperate urgency.
After Miles' death, a brutal power struggle erupted in Insomnia. The Andromeda family eventually emerged victorious, with Emil Andromeda seizing the throne — and the Empire endured, as it always has. Though the cost was measured in thousands of lives.
Nation
Arcadian Sovereignty
The realm of the crystals. Granite cliffs and ancient bloodlines.
Arcadia is a nation of singular natural beauty, recognized across Eora for its granite cliffs, clear waterfalls, vast ancient forests, and pristine beaches. But its most defining feature is the massive crystalline formations scattered throughout the nation — a constant, luminous reminder of the power that runs beneath the surface of this land.
Regis, The Crystal Capital
At Arcadia's heart lies Regis, its capital city — home to a long lineage of leaders, both kings and generals, who have led the Sovereignty through centuries of conflict and survival. The ruling bloodline has maintained power through a combination of military prowess and political cunning.
Neutrality and Isolation
When the continent erupted following the Eikonia Incident, Arcadia chose a different path: it closed its borders entirely, placing itself in a state of lockdown under close military surveillance. The Sovereign was deeply reluctant to align with anyone, least of all Elysium.
This isolation left a power vacuum on its frontier. Bandits and warlords rose to fill it — some allegedly backed by Elysium to destabilize the Sovereignty from within, an accusation the Empire firmly denies.
The Arcadian Kingdom
Following the Sovereign's death and a brief, turbulent succession, Arun Kryllios — now going by Arun Aurelius — leveraged the support of the Shamarian Rangers and declared himself the first King of the Arcadian Kingdom. The Kingdom that emerged was more expansionist than its predecessor, seizing territory where the Empire was too fractured to contest it.
Nation
Astral Triumvirate
A nation of the sky. Three rulers. Perpetual storms.
The Astral Triumvirate is the most enigmatic nation on the continent. Its territory rises above Eora itself — a hidden sky nation permanently shrouded in frequent, violent hurricanes that serve as both camouflage and fortress. The storms are not merely weather. They are a barrier against the rest of the world.
Xander's Reach
The Triumvirate is ruled from Xander's Reach, a capital city among the clouds. For centuries it was governed by three rulers simultaneously — a balance of power that kept any single faction from seizing total control. The Triumvirate's policy has historically been one of studied neutrality, preferring to defend its homeland and strike opportunistically when Arcadia and Elysium have exhausted each other.
Reynard Almeidrea
The Triumvirate's Ascendant, Reynard Almeidrea, was widely regarded as the strongest Ascendant in living memory. His death at Eikonia — attributed to Gijan Dominion operatives — was not merely a military loss. It was a civilizational wound. The Triumvirate's subsequent demands were deliberately unreasonable, engineered by warhawks to make war the only option.
The Collapse
With the loss of two of its three rulers and both Ascendants during the war against the Dominion, the Triumvirate was devastated. The surviving ruler seized power and established a tyrannical regime. Within 20 years, the Arcadian Kingdom sent aid to internal rebellion, eventually seizing much of the territory. A decade and a half later, a successful rebellion reclaimed it — and the Triumvirate was reconstituted as the four-state confederation now known as Astralis.
Nation
Gijan Dominion
The northern islands. Faith over blood. The dragon above all.
The Gijan Dominion occupies the northern islands of Eora, a domain with a cool, dry climate where the people practice shamanism and the state religion — the Draconia Orthodox — governs virtually every aspect of life. Though the Dominion has a royal family and a nominal sovereign, their power is almost entirely ceremonial.
The True Power: The Patriarch
Real authority in the Dominion rests with the Patriarch of the Draconia Orthodox — the highest priest of the faith that worships the Immaculate Dragon. The Patriarch's word is law. His approval is required for any action of consequence. His sanction makes war holy and his disapproval makes loyalty treasonous.
Ascendants as Abominations
The Draconia Orthodox holds that Ascendants are unholy abominations — perversions of the power the Dragon gave to humanity. Any Ascendant born in Gija is not celebrated but condemned, subjected to a life of servitude and unending war, weaponized by the faith that condemns them.
"Someone like you, who perverts the power of the crystal, a gift given to us by the dragon above, should be chained and shackled."
After the War
Following the Patriarch's defeat and the Draconia Orthodox's collapse, Leon Thanatos — aided by Arun Kryllios — became the High Lord of the Dominion. He spent his rule dismantling the church's political power, reducing it to a largely symbolic presence. He eventually ceded the throne to Kiva, the youngest of the surviving Desara family, and lived out his final years anonymously as a farmer in the northern islands.
City-State
Eikonia
Home of the Forum of Concord. A ruin now.
Eikonia was established decades ago with a lofty goal: to be neutral ground where the warring nations of Eora could meet, negotiate, and find common cause. The Forum of Concord brought together ambassadors and rulers from Arcadia, Elysium, the Triumvirate, and Gija to prevent the continent from tearing itself apart.
In practice, it became a stage for bitter arguments, thinly veiled threats, espionage, and subterfuge. Its power grew largely symbolic. And then Reynard Almeidrea came for a Crystal shard, two Dominion Ascendants followed him there, and Eikonia ceased to exist.
The Fall
In the Draconian Year 850, the city-state of Eikonia fell. The Forum of Concord was destroyed. An estimated 200 people died directly; thousands were injured; nearly the entire population was displaced. Most fled to the nearest Elysian town of Lupia. The Sultan's condition was unknown for days. Rescue efforts continued for weeks.
The event became known simply as the Eikonia Incident — the spark that set the continent ablaze.
Continent
The Continent of Usuna
Far and away. New nations. Old gods. The age after Ascendants.
Far across the sea from Eora lies Usuna — a continent that developed in parallel to Eora's age of war, untouched by the Crystal's influence and unburdened by Ascendants. Where Eora's history was written in the clash of godlike warriors and the scramble for magical dominance, Usuna's was written in philosophy, trade, and the slow, grinding work of building institutions that last.
Usuna is not a peaceful place. It has known warlords and bloodshed and conquest. But its wars have always been fought by people — and the people who built its nations knew it. That knowledge shaped everything.
A World Without Ascendants
The absence of Ascendants on Usuna is not merely a military footnote — it is a civilizational difference. Nations were not built around singular godlike champions. Power was distributed differently: into institutions, councils, merchant guilds, philosophical traditions, and hereditary blessing. Without a single Ascendant to tip the scales, Usuna's nations developed checks on power that Eora never needed to imagine.
When news of Eora's great war reached Usuna — and of the fall of Ascendants entirely — it was received not with horror but with something closer to grim recognition. Usuna had always known this was possible. It had simply never had the luxury of the alternative.
The Nations
Three major powers dominate Usuna's political landscape, each representing a different answer to the question of how a society should be ordered and who should hold power.
Diarchy
Logeion
A god-blessed nation built in a generation, now ruled jointly by twin brothers whose growing divide threatens to split it in two. The host of the Solstice Games.
Thalassocracy
Free Cities of Duska
Four city-states bound by trade and magic, pledging loyalty to no one. To Duskans, money is the truest power — and they have built a civilization to prove it.
Republic
Republic of Soken
Born from seven knights who rose against endless night, led since by philosopher-kings. A nation that sees no difference between a garden and a battlefield.
Usuna and Eora — A New Relationship
For most of recorded history, the two continents had minimal contact. The seas between them are wide and the crossing dangerous. But the fall of the Ascendants — and the chaos left in their wake across Eora — opened new lanes of trade and diplomacy. Eoran refugees and merchants arrived on Usuna's shores. Usunan scholars and envoys crossed in the other direction, eager to study the land where gods had walked and been cast down.
The Solstice Games, announced one hundred years after Seraphon's defeat, were in part a deliberate act of bridge-building — an invitation for Eora's shattered nations to find common cause on neutral ground, far from the continent that had nearly destroyed itself.
Nation · Usuna
The Diarchy of Logeion
God-blessed. Twin-ruled. A side must be chosen.
In the days of yore, so was it decreed that the will of the gods sought to unite Usuna against all evils — and thus did they bless the Scientia Family. A lineage as long as they are wise, the Scientias built a nation from nothing in what their histories call the blink of an eye. The blessing of the Wardens is said to run in their blood, giving their rule a divine mandate no rival has successfully challenged.
Logeion is a nation of grand ambition and grander ceremony. Its cities are known for their marble colonnades, their libraries, and their festivals — a people who believe deeply that civilization is itself a form of worship, and that to build something lasting is to honor the gods who made them.
The Twin Sovereigns
The late Divine Sovereign Zorah had no favorite between her twin sons — or so she claimed. She refused to declare which was firstborn, and so when she died, neither brother could claim primacy. Rather than civil war, they chose something unprecedented: joint rule. The Diarchy was born.
Argentum Scientia — called Argen by those close to him — rules as the spear of the Diarchy. He is an idealist and a liberator, a man who believes that the purpose of a nation is to expand the freedom of its people. He is charismatic, bold, and sometimes reckless. Those who love him say he is the future. Those who fear him say he will burn what exists in pursuit of what could be.
Gladiolus Scientia — Gladious — rules as the shield. He is a pragmatist and an enforcer, a man who believes that justice is the foundation of any lasting society and that truth, however uncomfortable, must be the basis of all decisions. He is methodical, exacting, and occasionally ruthless. Those who love him say he is what keeps Logeion standing. Those who fear him say he will calcify it.
The Growing Divide
Even a fool can see the divide growing between them. Argen's reforms push the borders of what Logeion has always been. Gladious's conservatism calcifies the institutions Argen seeks to change. Their councils are split. Their advisors have begun choosing sides. The people feel it — in the marketplace, in the temples, in the way old friendships have grown careful and quiet.
Logeion cannot remain a Diarchy forever if the two brothers cannot find common ground. What form it takes when the fracture finally comes — and whether anything of the Diarchy survives it — is a question no one in Logeion speaks aloud, though everyone is already thinking the answer.
The Solstice Games
The one thing both brothers agree on: the Solstice Games are necessary. Whatever their disagreements, Argentum and Gladiolus jointly announced the Games and jointly promised to honor the winner's wish. It is, perhaps, the last project they will complete together — and both know it. The Games may be the final monument to a Diarchy that is slowly becoming something else.
A side must be chosen by Logeion soon. And should one brother triumph over the other, may their ideology reign forevermore.
Culture and Faith
Logeion is deeply faithful — the Wardens are not abstract figures here but living presences, worshipped in grand temples and invoked in daily life. The divine mandate of the Scientia family is taken seriously by the citizenry, which is part of what makes the twin crisis so unsettling: if the gods blessed the family, what does it mean when the family cannot agree?
Logeionian culture prizes eloquence, scholarship, and hospitality. Debate is considered a civic virtue. The great academies of the capital, Chulainn Academy, produce diplomats and philosophers who serve across all of Usuna — and increasingly, across Eora as well. Among its most celebrated alumni is Osiris Varano, whose work in comparative statecraft across the two continents remains the definitive text on post-Ascendant governance.
Nation · Usuna
The Free Cities of Duska
Four capitals. No master. Money above all.
O'er the sands and seas of Duska lay a network of four bustling capitals — a thalassocracy rife with treasure, adventure, intrigue, and revelry. The Free Cities are not a nation in the traditional sense. There is no central throne, no shared military command, no unified law. What holds them together is the thing they have always agreed matters most: trade.
Duskans are sailors, merchants, scholars of commerce, and occasional pirates. Their harbors are among the busiest in the known world. Their bazaars sell goods from continents most people have never heard of. Their banking houses extend credit to kings and refuse it to emperors. To be wealthy in Duska is to be free in the fullest sense of the word — and to be poor is to understand, viscerally, what the alternative means.
The Four Capitals
Each of the four Free Cities is governed independently, with its own ruling council, its own laws, and its own culture. What unites them is a shared trade compact — the Duska Accord — and the understanding that none of them could survive without the others. The cities are rivals in commerce and allies in everything else.
Fairwind — The oldest of the four, built on a broad river delta where the first Duskan trade routes converged. Fairwind is known above all else for its warmth — not the climate, which is mild and sea-damp, but the city itself. It is the most welcoming port in the known world, a place where the atmosphere is genuinely, almost suspiciously cheerful. Its open-air fish markets and coastal taverns are legendary. Sailors from every nation speak of Fairwind the way people speak of a home they didn't know they had. Its legal tradition is, by contrast, notoriously complex — but even the lawyers here buy the next round.
Tallulah — The boldest city, built along a picturesque deep-water harbor and known for its spice markets, which draw traders from both continents. The air in Tallulah is thick with cardamom and salt and the sound of competitive haggling at all hours. Its fleet of crimson-sailed merchant vessels is immediately recognizable in any port. Tallulah's culture is one of competitive excess — merchants here do not simply want to succeed, they want to be seen succeeding — and the city's annual Merchant Crown is the most prestigious commerce competition in Usuna.
Takarakuni — Built on a volcanic island whose last eruption is a matter of ongoing historical debate, Takarakuni is the most cosmopolitan of the four cities, where Eorans, Sokenese, Logeionian exiles, and travelers from lands with no names on any map all mingle freely. The volcanic rock gives the city its distinctive dark stone architecture, warm-lit against the harbor at night. Takarakuni has no dominant ethnicity, no majority religion, and prides itself on this fact with almost aggressive enthusiasm.
Scentrasi — The youngest of the four and arguably the wealthiest, Scentrasi is a coastal desert city carved into the bluffs above a sheltered cove — all pale limestone, sea-worn archways, and the particular silence of hot stone under open sky. It is where Duska's magical trade happens: enchanted goods, rare components, contract-bound familiars, and artifacts of questionable provenance change hands here with a discretion the other cities cannot quite manage. Its Mage's Exchange is the only place in the known world where magic is openly bought and sold as a commodity, and the desert heat keeps everyone too uncomfortable to ask too many questions.
Philosophy of Power
Duskans do not believe in hereditary rule, divine mandate, or military might as foundations of power. They believe in capital. The greatest invention was not the spear nor the wheel, the greatest discovery not fire nor steel — it was money. For it alone bears the mantle of the truest expression of one's desire, one's wants and needs. And thus, it alone is true power.
This philosophy makes the Free Cities simultaneously the most welcoming and most ruthless place in the known world. Anyone can rise — and anyone can fall. Sentiment is expensive. Sentiment is therefore rare.
To them, the greatest invention was not the spear nor the wheel. The greatest discovery not fire nor steel. But money. For it alone bears the mantle of the truest expression of one's desire.
Duska and the Solstice Games
The Free Cities did not co-host the Solstice Games, but they are among its primary beneficiaries. Duska's merchant fleets handle the bulk of passenger transit between the cities hosting different competitions. Duska's banking houses manage the logistics of prize escrow and competitor sponsorship. The Games have been, quietly, one of the most profitable events in Duska's recent history — and they made sure of it from the moment the invitation was announced.
Duska and Eora
The Free Cities were the first Usunan power to establish regular trade with Eora following the fall of the Ascendants. Where others saw a continent in chaos, Duskans saw opportunity. Several Calla trading houses now maintain permanent offices in what used to be Elysian territory. The Mage's Exchange in Scentrasi has become the primary market for Crystal fragments — a business that is extremely profitable and deeply controversial.
City · Free Cities of Duska
Fairwind
The oldest port. The warmest welcome. The city that always smells like the sea.
Fairwind is the oldest of the Free Cities, built where the Duskan river delta meets the open sea at a wide, sheltered harbor that has been drawing ships for longer than anyone has kept records. It is not the wealthiest of the four cities — that is Scentrasi's claim, fought for and largely uncontested. It is not the most strategically positioned, or the most architecturally dramatic. What Fairwind is, without competition or caveat, is the most welcoming port in the known world.
The city climbs from the waterfront in broad stone stairways and tiered promenades, flower-lined and lamp-lit at every level, opening eventually into the grand colonnaded avenues of the upper city where the trading houses have kept their headquarters for generations. Visitors who arrive by sea often describe the approach as surprising — expecting a merchant city and finding something that looks more like a capital designed by someone who genuinely liked people. The impression holds on closer inspection. Fairwind was built to receive, and it shows in everything from its wide harbor stairs to the benches placed at every landing, to the fresh fish markets that open before dawn and run until well after dark.
Character and Culture
The atmosphere in Fairwind is its most famous export, which is saying something for a city that also exports considerable amounts of dried fish, citrus preserves, and a locally brewed spirit called saltgrip that tastes better than it sounds. The city is genuinely, almost structurally cheerful — not in a performed or curated way, but in the way of a place that has been welcoming strangers for centuries and has simply gotten very good at it. Nobody in Fairwind looks at a new arrival with suspicion first. That is not the local custom.
The seafood culture runs bone-deep. The harbor market is the social center of the city far more than any official square or gathering hall. Political conversations happen over crab. Deals are made at fish stalls. The city's most famous restaurant has no name, no sign, and operates out of a converted boat moored at the third pier — and still has a two-hour wait most evenings. The catch of the day is genuinely the catch of the day: whatever came in that morning, prepared in the style that made the fisherman's family famous, sold until it's gone.
The Legal Tradition
Fairwind's one area of unexpected complexity is its legal culture, which is notoriously intricate even by Duskan standards. The city has been adjudicating maritime disputes, trade agreements, and commercial contracts for so long that its body of legal precedent is essentially its own subdiscipline of law. Fairwind lawyers are sought across the Free Cities and occasionally beyond — not because Fairwindan law is more favorable than elsewhere, but because Fairwindan lawyers are better trained in the specific texture of edge cases, competing claims, and the elegant resolution of problems that should have been prevented by a clearer contract. The legal guild occupies a large building near the upper promenade. It is the only institution in Fairwind that charges admission to its common room, and the waiting list for junior appointments runs three years.
Notable Residents
Nimbus Beckham, Fairwind's most famous living export, still lives here between engagements — a short walk from his parents, by his own description. Killian Zrib runs his promotions operation out of a small shop near the harbor front, which doubles as an informal gathering point for anyone with something to sell, something to pitch, or something to argue about. The Avarice Group maintains a trading house in Fairwind's upper commercial district, though the family's primary operations are managed from across the Free Cities rather than centralized here.
The city is currently hosting the second phase of the Solstice Games, which has filled every available bed, strained every available kitchen, and generated more economic activity in a single season than Fairwind typically sees in two years. Killian Zrib predicted this. He told everyone who would listen. He was correct. He has not stopped mentioning it.
You can always tell a first-time visitor to Fairwind. They arrive braced for the hard sell — the merchant city, the deal and the counteroffer, the hand already reaching for their purse. Then someone offers them a seat, asks where they've come from, and hands them something hot to drink. They spend the rest of the day trying to figure out what the catch is. There isn't one. That's Fairwind.
— a Sokenese traveler's journal, author unknown
Nation · Usuna
The Republic of Soken
Born of seven knights. Ruled by philosopher-kings. Always on the edge.
O' Soken! Your warriors wise! Your poets strong! Your borders humble! Out of the ashes of warlords did seven knights rise, chosen by their people to wage war against the endless night. This is how Soken begins every official document — a reminder, carved into national identity, of where it came from and why it exists.
The Seven Knights are not mythologized figures. Soken's historians maintain meticulous records of who they were, what they fought, and the specific debates they had about how the nation they were building should be governed. Those debates are still ongoing. In Soken, they never really stopped.
The Council of Philosopher-Kings
Soken has been led by a council of philosopher-kings since its founding — individuals selected not by hereditary right or popular vote alone, but through a rigorous process that combines election, examination, and peer review. A prospective ruler of Soken must demonstrate not only administrative competence but genuine philosophical engagement with the central questions of governance: What is the purpose of a state? What does a ruler owe the people? Is it possible to be just and effective simultaneously?
The council currently numbers nine. They debate constantly. They are, by design, impossible to fully agree with — because agreement was never the point. The point is the quality of the decisions that emerge from the friction.
The Knife's Edge
Soken's borders are humble by choice. The Seven Knights explicitly rejected territorial expansion as a founding principle, arguing that a nation that conquers creates problems it cannot solve. In practice, this has made Soken the smallest of Usuna's three major powers by land — and consistently the most stable by almost every other measure.
But stability is not peace. Soken sees no difference between a garden and a battlefield — both require constant, skilled attention. Remove that attention for a season and the garden becomes a battlefield. The philosophy that runs through every level of Sokeni life is this: nothing good maintains itself. Everything worth having must be tended.
Does a good man a good king make? Is a ruler's responsibility to the people or the state? Such questions flow through the very veins of Soken.
Culture and Martial Tradition
Soken is famous throughout Usuna for two things that seem in contradiction: its poets and its warriors. Sokeni soldiers are regarded as among the finest in the known world — not because of size or resources, but because of the depth of their training. A Sokeni soldier is expected to be able to read, debate, and write as well as fight. The philosophy is that a warrior who cannot think is simply a weapon waiting to be mispointed.
Sokeni poetry has similarly deep roots. The great cycles of verse that emerged from the Seven Knights' era are still memorized by schoolchildren. The idea that language and force are both expressions of will — and that mastering one without the other is incomplete — is foundational to Sokeni identity.
Soken and the Solstice Games
Soken approached the Solstice Games with characteristic philosophical seriousness. The council spent two years debating whether participation was appropriate, what competing said about Soken's values, and whether the prize — a wish granted by another nation's sovereign — was compatible with Sokeni principles of self-determination. They ultimately voted to participate. The debate about whether they made the right decision has not stopped.
Soken's competitors are expected to carry the republic's philosophical tradition into their events — to compete with total commitment and to lose with total grace. Winning is welcome. But how one loses is, in Soken's view, more revealing than how one wins.
Soken and Eora
Of all Usuna's powers, Soken was the most thoughtful in its response to Eora's collapse. The council commissioned a series of formal studies on the fall of the Ascendants, the failure of the Eikonian Forum, and the structural reasons empires built around singular military power tend to fracture. Those studies are now used as teaching materials in Soken's academies. The conclusion they reached is not one Eorans tend to appreciate hearing: that everything that happened was, in broad strokes, predictable — and preventable — given different institutional choices made generations ago.
Event · Usuna
The Solstice Games
One year. Every nation. Any wish. The age without Ascendants begins.
One hundred years after the defeat of Seraphon, the Divine Sovereigns of Logeion — Argentum and Gladiolus Scientia — extended an open invitation to every citizen of every nation: come to Usuna and compete in the Solstice Games. The announcement reached Eora's fractured nations like rain after a long drought. Something new. Something that wasn't a war.
The Games are an international series of competitions held across a full year, staged in host cities across all of Usuna, and convened once every decade. They span every discipline: combat, athletics, magic, scholarship, craft, navigation, rhetoric, and arts. Any citizen, regardless of tribe or nation, is allowed to participate.
The Prize
The tradition of the Solstice Games prize predates even the Scientia family's founding of Logeion — rooted in an ancient Usunan compact that whatever power hosts the Games bears the sacred obligation to grant the champion's wish. This mandate is not merely ceremonial. It is, by the faith of the Wardens, divinely binding. No Logeion sovereign has ever refused a champion's wish, and the historical record suggests several tried to find a way. None succeeded.
The current iteration's promise — any wish, so long as it is within the Diarchy's power — follows this lineage faithfully. The question of what constitutes "within the Diarchy's power" has been tested before. The previous champion, Aisha Sorensson, won the games a decade ago and wished for a suit of armor layered with every spell, ward, glyph, and magical effect that Logeion's greatest enchanters could devise — a piece said to have taken three years to complete. The Sovereigns honored it. The armor exists. The wish stood.
What the Games Mean
For Logeion, the Games are the last great project of a unified Diarchy — a monument to something that may not survive the century. For Duska, they are an economic windfall of historic proportions. For Soken, they are a philosophical test case for whether competition between peoples can be genuinely dignified. For Eora's shattered nations — Elysium's remnants, the Arcadian Kingdom, the fledgling Dominion, the reconstituted Astralis — they are something rarer: a stage where strength is judged without an Ascendant to settle it.
The age of Ascendants is over. The question the Solstice Games is quietly asking is: what does greatness look like now?
Notable Competitors
Among this decade's most watched entrants: Rex Zen Ganafelt, the Sokenite general known as The Beheader, who has announced his intent to claim the eastern half of the continent should he win — and is widely considered the frontrunner. Noelle Moracova, the elusive queen of the Hailfire Mercenaries, competing under no nation's banner, whose stated goal of carving out sovereign territory for herself has kept Logeion's legal scholars in continuous consultation. Osiris Varano, Chulainn Academy's most celebrated graduate, whose presence at the Games is unexpected and has attracted quiet but intense attention from intelligence services on both continents. And Nimbus Beckham, whose background is less documented than any of the above and whose entry into the competition has generated more speculation than almost any other.
Whatever their wish may be, so long as it is within his power, he will grant it to them. Any citizen, regardless of tribe, is allowed to participate.
The Shadow Over the Games
Not everything about the Solstice Games is celebratory. The promise of a single wish — unlimited, binding — has attracted attention that is not entirely wholesome. Intelligence services from three nations are known to have placed agents among the competitor delegations. Several candidates are rumored to be competing not for glory but as proxies for powerful interests who want the wish for themselves. The Duskan banking houses have set odds on every conceivable wish outcome.
And beneath it all: the question of whether Argentum and Gladiolus Scientia will still be ruling together when the champion stands on the final stage — or whether, by then, one of them will simply be Logeion's king.
Rulers · Logeion
The Divine Sovereigns
The heart and the mind. Inseparable. Irreparable.
The Divine Sovereigns of Logeion are twins — Argentum and Gladiolus Scientia, born to the late Divine Sovereign Zorah Scientia, who loved both sons so completely and so equally that she refused to name which of them entered the world first. Every person present at the birth was sworn to silence: courtiers, physicians, attendants, and at least one close friend in the form of Grand Marshal Muirenn Varano, who has kept the secret to this day. The question of primogeniture has never been answered. It has simply festered.
They rule together — Argentum as the heart and soul of the Diarchy, Gladiolus as its mind and body. In the years of Zorah's reign and the years immediately following her death, this balance was the source of Logeion's remarkable stability. Each brother compensated for what the other lacked. Each trusted the other's judgment in the domain where they were strongest. They were, and in many ways still are, genuinely inseparable.
What has changed is not the affection. It is the weight of the secret, growing heavier with every year neither of them acknowledges it directly, pressing on the space between them until the space has begun, slowly and visibly, to crack.
Heart & Soul
Argentum Scientia
The prospecting brother. Ever forward, ever optimistic — even when the optimism costs him. Leads with feeling and conviction where Gladio leads with judgment and form.
Mind & Body
Gladiolus Scientia
The judging brother. Measure twice, cut once, and do not cut at all until you are certain. Keeps the Diarchy grounded — and, on his worst days, anchored to the present.
Divine Sovereign · Logeion
Argentum Scientia
The heart. The spear. The one who looks forward even when it costs him.
Argentum Scientia is the half of the Diarchy that faces outward. Where Gladiolus anchors, Argen reaches — toward the future, toward possibility, toward the version of Logeion that has not yet been built but that he can see clearly enough to describe in detail. He is charismatic in the way that genuine believers are charismatic: not performing conviction but expressing it, which is a distinction people feel even when they cannot name it. He is warm. He is optimistic. He means it.
Those qualities are also, at their edges, his blind spots. Argen's optimism does not merely color his view of the future — it can obscure the present. He sees what could be so vividly that what currently is sometimes fails to register at its full weight. He has, on more than one occasion, committed to a path before accounting for its consequences, relying on Gladiolus to catch what he missed. In the years when their partnership was seamless, this worked well. As the years have stretched and the gap between them has quietly widened, it is becoming harder.
His Rule
Argen's half of the Diarchy tends toward reform — toward expanding the freedoms of Logeion's citizenry, toward reaching outward to allies and new relationships, toward movement as a governing philosophy. He initiated the Solstice Games as much as Gladiolus did, but his reasons were characteristically forward-looking: a world where nations compete under a banner of shared purpose rather than mutual destruction is a world worth building, regardless of the cost of building it.
He takes people at their best reading unless given a specific reason not to. This occasionally makes him easy to maneuver. He is aware of this and considers the alternative — governing from suspicion — to be worse for the soul of the nation he loves. Gladiolus disagrees, quietly and persistently.
The Secret and the Divide
Argen has never raised the question of who was born first. Neither has Gladiolus. This is not because neither thinks about it — both do, constantly, in the private architecture of their thoughts — but because neither is willing to be the one who introduces the fracture. They have governed together for decades under a shared pretense that it does not matter. It matters. It has always mattered. The weight of it shows in small ways: in moments of deference neither of them can quite explain, in arguments that should have ended but don't, in the growing frequency of Gladiolus leaving rooms that Argen is still speaking in.
Zorah told us once that the firstborn right was the smallest gift she had to give either of us, and that she had given us something worth far more in each other. We believed her. We still do. That is not the problem.
— attributed to Argentum Scientia, private correspondence
Divine Sovereign · Logeion
Gladiolus Scientia
The mind. The shield. The one who measures twice and still wonders if it was enough.
Gladiolus Scientia is the half of the Diarchy that holds things together. Where Argen moves, Gladio weighs. Where Argen commits, Gladio considers. He is methodical in the way that people who have seen plans fail become methodical — not from a lack of imagination but from a deep, earned respect for the distance between intention and outcome. He measures twice. He cuts once, if he cuts at all. He has prevented more catastrophes than the public record reflects, quietly, by being the person in the room who asked the question no one else thought to ask.
The cost of this is not invisible. Gladio's preference for the concrete and the present tense can leave him anchored when movement is what is needed. He is at his best when there is something tangible to evaluate and a clear decision to make. He is at his worst when the situation is ambiguous and requires a leap of faith — which is precisely where Argen tends to thrive. In their best years, they covered each other's weaknesses without discussion. In the present, covering for each other requires a conversation neither of them has yet managed to finish.
His Rule
Gladio's half of the Diarchy tends toward stability — toward consolidating what exists, honoring commitments already made, and moving carefully when the terrain is uncertain. He is not conservative by temperament so much as by discipline: he has simply internalized the lesson that broken things are much harder to fix than preserved ones, and governs accordingly. His instinct in almost any crisis is to slow down, assess, and avoid compounding the damage through haste.
This makes him an anchor — and occasionally a brake. He knows Argen finds it frustrating. He finds Argen's forward momentum, untethered from current conditions, equally frustrating, though he rarely says so at volume. He says it in other ways: in the rooms he leaves early, in the decisions he delays, in the necklace he holds close and has not yet surrendered.
The Secret and the Divide
If Argen's response to the unanswered question of primogeniture is to act as though it does not matter, Gladio's is to feel its weight in every room they share. He does not want the title. He is not certain Argen does either. What he wants is for it to have been settled — cleanly, definitively, years ago — so that the question would not sit between them like a stone neither of them can move. Their mother's love was real and complete. Her silence, however kindly meant, did not resolve anything. It only deferred it. Gladio has spent decades living in that deferral, and it shows in him in ways that people close to the Diarchy have begun to notice.
He never asks for more than what is needed. He never offers less than what is owed. If that sounds like a simple way to live, you have not tried to hold a nation together on those terms while the person you trust most is already looking at the horizon.
— a Logeion court advisor, speaking anonymously
Character · Faction Leader
Noelle Moracova
The Bandit Queen. The answer no one was asking for.
There are three things people agree on about Noelle Moracova: she is ruthless, she is beautiful, and nothing she says should be taken at face value. Beyond that, the accounts diverge sharply — sometimes into outright contradiction — and she seems to prefer it that way.
She commands the Hailfire Mercenaries with absolute authority and is obeyed without question by soldiers who have faced armies and won. She moves between continents with an ease that implies resources, connections, and intelligence networks that a stateless mercenary queen should not plausibly possess. She has been reported dead on at least four separate occasions. None of those reports were accurate.
Character · Republic of Soken
Rex Zen Ganafelt
The Beheader. The favourite. Fifty years old and already the most dangerous person alive.
Rex Zen Ganafelt
He has a soft voice. People always notice that first. Quiet, measured, the kind of voice you have to lean in to hear at a crowded table. And then you remember the name, and the stories attached to it, and something cold settles in the back of your mind that no amount of warm hospitality quite displaces.
Rex Zen Ganafelt. The Beheader. Fifty years old — barely out of childhood by elven measure — and already counted among the finest military minds the Republic of Soken has produced in its long history of producing them. He is the frontrunner of the Solstice Games. In most contexts, being the frontrunner is good news. Here, it depends entirely on which side of Rex Ganafelt you are standing on.
The Misnomer
The moniker is, in practice, something of a lie. Rex Ganafelt does not reach for his sword unless he has decided the person across from him has earned the right to face it. He kills with spells — efficiently, cleanly, without ceremony — and in the vast majority of his engagements that is more than sufficient. The sword stays sheathed. The opponent does not get back up. The name The Beheader implies a man who deals in personal, physical violence, and Rex does, when the situation calls for it. The situation simply rarely calls for it, because most opponents are resolved long before it becomes relevant.
To draw the sword is a statement. It means Rex has looked at you and decided, of his own volition, that you are worth the effort of a real fight. It is, perversely, the highest compliment he is capable of paying. Most people who face him never receive it. Nimbus Beckham did. The crowd that witnessed it understood what they were seeing before Rex said a word.
How He Sees People
This is the part that is most difficult to explain and most important to understand: Rex does not think of most people at all. Not as threats. Not as factors. Not as obstacles. He thinks of them the way a wealthy king thinks of a handful of misplaced gold coins — not worthless, exactly, but entirely beneath the threshold of attention. The coins have value. The king simply has the wealth of a nation at his back, and the coins will not change that calculus in any direction worth considering.
He does not despise the people around him. He does not look down on them with contempt or cruelty. He genuinely believes everyone carries some worth, some function, some thing that makes them matter in the accounting of the world. He simply does not believe that worth is his concern, or that it rises to the level of anything requiring his active consideration. You are there. You are noted. You are filed somewhere below the threshold of exigent factors. Unless you give him a reason to update that assessment, you will remain there.
Getting past it is not a matter of impressing him — he is not impressed. It is not a matter of threatening him — he does not feel threatened. The only thing that updates the assessment is genuinely wounding him. Not just physically, though that matters. Mentally. Catching him somewhere he did not expect to be caught. Making him feel the fight rather than simply executing it. Nimbus Beckham did this, just barely, in Fairwind. Rex drew his sword. The crowd witnessed history of a quiet and specific kind.
On Dreams
Rex does not dream. He has said this plainly, in the few interviews where the question has come up, without elaboration or apparent regret. He does not dream because he does not need to. A dream is the mind rehearsing a future it cannot yet reach. Rex simply goes and does the thing. The gap between want and reality is a problem of preparation and will, and he addresses both with the same methodical attention he applies to everything else. He finds the concept of dreaming — of wanting something and not simply moving to acquire it — genuinely difficult to engage with as a motivation. He has never wanted something he did not then pursue directly. He is aware this marks him as unusual. He does not consider it a flaw.
For all dreams end, he knows, when the dreamer wakes.
He drew his sword twice in Fairwind. Once at the port, against Osiris Varano, who struck him without warning and with genuine force. Once more for Nimbus Beckham, who made him feel it. The crowd saw both. Only one of the two was unexpected.
— Fairwind dockside account, circulated widely
People
Key Figures
The players on the board. Their reasons are their own.
The Solstice Games draw competitors from every corner of the known world. Below are the principal figures of the current campaign — their origins, their ambitions, and the people who made them who they are.
Logeion · Half-Elf · 26
Osiris Elcan Varano
Son of a Grand Marshal and heir to a legacy of service. Competing to claim his mother's seat — and to keep the Diarchy he loves from tearing itself apart.
Duska · Human · 28
Ingrid Avarice
Second-youngest of a vast merchant dynasty. Wants all the knowledge in the world — and to write spells the way his grandfather wrote books.
Duska · Tabaxi · 23
Nimbus Beckham
Gladiator. Celebrity. Fighter with a coach who keeps him honest and an ego that keeps things interesting. Competing to be a beacon — and maybe to make his parents comfortable.
Logeion · Human · 18
Artorius Aeroga
Raised in a monastery that trades sight for power. Selected to compete not entirely by his own choice. The youngest in the field, and possibly the most dangerous in the dark.
Character · Logeion
Osiris Elcan Varano
The son of a legend. Competing to become one himself.
Osiris Elcan Varano
There are names in Logeion that carry weight the moment they are spoken. Varano is one of them. Osiris Elcan Varano has grown up knowing this — knowing that his mother's name opens doors, that his father's rank commands respect, that the legacy he was born into is both a gift and a pressure that never fully lifts. He is twenty-six. He has spent most of those years in the rarefied halls of Chulainn Academy and the salons of Logeion's high nobility, studying strategy, statecraft, and the particular art of being indispensable to powerful people. He is very good at it. He is also deeply, genuinely invested in the people and the nation that shaped him — and that investment is what brought him to the Solstice Games.
Family
Grand Marshal Muirenn Varano is, by any honest accounting, one of the most consequential figures in modern Logeion. Originally from the Empire of Elysium, she migrated to Usuna in middle age and built a career in Logeion's military that carried her to its highest rank. She was close to the late Divine Sovereign Zorah — intimately so, in the way that defines a life — and her influence over how the Diarchy developed, both strategically and institutionally, is difficult to overstate. She is the effective second-in-command of the entire nation. She had Osiris late in her life, and loves him with the particular intensity of someone who did not expect to have a child and found, unexpectedly, that it mattered more than anything else.
Elcan Aktaion Varano is a different kind of soldier entirely — boots-on-ground, practical, a man who has earned every rank through direct action rather than institutional maneuvering. His relationship with his son is warm and uncomplicated in ways that Osiris's relationship with his mother, weighted as it is with legacy and expectation, sometimes is not. Both parents are still living. Both are watching the Games.
Education and Ambition
Chulainn Academy gave him language for instincts he already had. He leads with action rather than analysis, throwing himself forward where others would wait and watch — not recklessly, but with the conviction of someone who has decided that the best way to protect what he loves is to be the first one standing between it and whatever is coming. His mind is tactical in the way of a man who reads a room for threats and opportunities simultaneously, always scanning for where he needs to be next rather than cataloguing where he has already been.
His stated goal in the Games is this: a childhood castle on the western reaches of Logeion, technically belonging to the Sovereigns, that he has coveted since boyhood. It is, on its face, a sentimental wish — the kind that reads as endearing rather than threatening, the kind that makes people underestimate the person asking for it. Those who know Osiris well enough to read between lines will note that a man who wants a castle on Logeion soil, backed by a Sovereign's word, is a man laying the groundwork for something that requires a very secure foundation. His mother's seat as chief military general to the Diarchy is not a thing one wishes for. It is a thing one earns, publicly and undeniably, over years. The castle is simply where that work begins.
The Brothers
Osiris has grown up in proximity to Argentum and Gladiolus Scientia for most of his life, given his mother's closeness to the late Sovereign Zorah. What began as the adjacency of a well-connected family became something considerably more entangled over the years. He is, by most accounts, in a romance with both brothers — a situation that is complicated under the most stable of political circumstances and is presently operating under conditions that are anything but. He wants both of them to succeed. He wants the Diarchy to hold. Whether those two things are still compatible is the question that follows him through every room he enters at the Games.
He arrived at Chulainn at fourteen with his mother's name and left at twenty-two with his own. The faculty still argue about which one he deserves more credit for.
— attributed to a Chulainn Academy professor, unverified
Character · Duska · Fairwind
Ingrid Avarice
Second-youngest of nine. Wants to know everything. Plans to write the rest.
Ingrid Avarice
The Avarice Group is one of the most recognizable names in Duskan commerce — a sprawling family trading enterprise that operates across all four Free Cities, sponsors half the merchant events worth sponsoring, and has its fingers in enough commercial ventures that untangling them would require its own dedicated legal team. Ingrid Avarice is twenty-eight, the second-youngest of nine children born to Ragnar Avarice across three separate marriages, and he approaches the Solstice Games the way he approaches most things: with the quiet intensity of someone who has been overlooked long enough to have formed a very clear picture of what he actually wants.
What he wants is not money. He has money. What he wants is everything that money cannot buy: all the knowledge, all the magic, all the hidden mechanisms of the universe — catalogued, understood, and eventually authored into something new.
The Family
Ragnar Avarice is seventy-five, still sharp, and runs the family enterprise with the comfortable authority of a man who built something large enough that it mostly runs itself. He has three wives and nine children. The eldest two are brothers. Then four sisters. Then the youngest two boys — Ingrid and his full brother Asher, who is fourteen. Ingrid is closer to Asher than to most of his older siblings, and closer to his mother than to his father.
His mother is Penelope Avarice, Ragnar's third wife, and the parent who understood most clearly what kind of person her son was going to be. The Avarice family is capitalistic to its marrow — driven, transactional, oriented around accumulation — and Penelope navigated that environment with a warmth and steadiness that gave Ingrid something to calibrate against. The rest of the family is not unkind, exactly, but they speak in profit margins and Ingrid speaks in questions about the fundamental nature of things, and the conversational overlap is limited.
The Grandfather and the Wish
His maternal grandfather was a celebrated writer — not of commerce or strategy but of genuine literature, the kind that outlasts its author. Ingrid grew up with those books on his shelf and that legacy in his blood, and somewhere in the gap between the family he was born into and the family his grandfather represented, he found his own ambition: to write spells the way his grandfather wrote books. Not to use magic but to create it — to understand it at the level of first principles and compose something new from that understanding.
The wish, if he wins, is the shortcut to that foundation: all the knowledge and magic that exists, given to him at once. What he does with it afterward is the project of a lifetime. He is well aware that most people at the Games want power. He wants the thing that makes power possible.
The Mentor
Several years ago, Ingrid became a student to Zhaleh, an old and deeply powerful wizard who does not advertise and does not take students lightly. The relationship has become something closer to family than instruction — Zhaleh is the father figure Ragnar Avarice, occupied with nine children and a commercial empire, never quite had time to be. Ingrid's approach to magic, his obsessive need to understand rather than simply perform, reflects Zhaleh's teaching more than anything else in his education. He arrived at the Solstice Games with Zhaleh's blessing and, presumably, Zhaleh's attention.
In Person
Ingrid is introverted in the way that genuinely curious people often are — not shy, exactly, but more interested in the conversation inside his own head than most external ones on offer. He is heavily tattooed, which draws comment in the more formal settings of the Games. He does not explain the tattoos to people who ask casually, and he does not stop acquiring them. He is not unfriendly. He is simply operating on a different frequency than most rooms he enters, and he has made his peace with that.
His grandfather wrote forty-three books. Ingrid has read all of them at least three times and annotated every one. The annotations are longer than the books.
— Penelope Avarice, in correspondence
Character · Duska · Fairwind
Nimbus Beckham
The crowd knows his name. He made sure of it.
Nimbus Beckham
Ask anyone in Fairwind about Nimbus Beckham and the answer is immediate. He is twenty-three, Tabaxi, and the most famous gladiator the port has produced in living memory — a local legend whose name has begun to travel across the other Free Cities, though it still carries more weight in Fairwind than anywhere else. His fights are events in the city. His promoter — a goblin named Killian Zrib, who has the loudest voice per inch of any living creature in Duska — ensures that the name Nimbus Beckham is never far from public consciousness in Fairwind and is working diligently on the rest. He is a celebrity by the standards of his home, and he wears it with the practiced ease of someone who has been managing it for years. He grew up in the outskirts of Fairwind, and he still lives there — primarily, when he isn't traveling for fights or appearances. His family is warm, close, and entirely unglamorous. His parents are a short walk from where he sleeps. The ego has not touched that part of him.
Aisha Sorensson
The previous Solstice Games champion was a Dragonborn fighter named Aisha Sorensson, and Nimbus watched her compete when he was thirteen. He has described it as the moment he understood what he wanted to be — not a fighter, specifically, but that: whatever she was on that stage. Someone who made an entire continent pay attention. Someone who stood as proof that extraordinary was possible. Her wish — a suit of armor imbued with every spell, ward, glyph, and magical effect that the Diarchy's greatest enchanters could conceive of, a piece of equipment that by some accounts took three years to fully complete — was not what he expected a champion to ask for, and he has thought about it more than he would admit. The question of what he will wish for, if he wins, is one he has not fully resolved.
His stated answer is wealth and fame. Enough to set his parents up comfortably for the rest of their lives. It is a good answer. It may even be the honest one. But Aisha Sorensson won and changed something that mattered to a great many people, and Nimbus Beckham is standing on the stage she built, and he knows it.
Yudmug Conrad
Yudmug Conrad is a big minotaur with a long coaching career and a reputation that, frankly, does not inspire confidence at first glance: his past students are known collectively in fighting circles as the failed or washed. Fighters who showed promise, came to Yudmug, and somehow never quite made it. Nimbus came to him anyway — or was sent to him, depending on who is telling the story — and what followed does not fit the pattern. Yudmug is Nimbus's strategist, his coach, and the person most responsible for the fact that his ego has not yet gotten him killed. He is also, quietly, the reason Nimbus's technique is as deep as his instincts are fast. The failed students are not a reflection of Yudmug's ability. They are a reflection of the fact that he will not tell a fighter what they want to hear, and most fighters eventually stop listening. Nimbus, so far, has not.
In the Games
Nimbus entered the Solstice Games as a known quantity — the celebrity gladiator from Fairwind, the crowd favorite, the competitor whose arrival generated the most immediate popular excitement of any entrant. He carries that attention with the practiced ease of someone who has been managing it for years. The ego is real but it is not blind: he has spent time studying the other competitors, knows who Rex Ganafelt is, knows what Noelle Moracova represents, and has not let the crowd's enthusiasm become a substitute for preparation. Yudmug would not allow it. Nimbus, to his credit, would not either.
He signs every autograph. Every single one. I schedule forty-five minutes before every public appearance specifically for this. Yudmug thinks it is a waste of time. Nimbus thinks it is the whole point.
— Killian Zrib, in a promotional interview
Character · Logeion · Greyharbor
Artorius Aeroga
The youngest in the field. Raised in the dark. Sees more than most.
Artorius Aeroga
Greyharbor is a port city on the far western edge of Logeion — close enough to the capital's influence to be considered part of the nation, distant enough that it has always done things slightly differently. The Aeroga Monastery sits at its edge, austere and largely unannounced, training practitioners of a discipline that most of Logeion's mainstream institutions find quietly unsettling: the voluntary sacrifice of physical sight in exchange for a deeper, stranger form of perception. Artorius Aeroga is eighteen. He was born into this. He has never known anything else.
His parents — Mordred Aeroga and Rella Aeroga — head the monastery together, a Shadow Monk and a Twilight Cleric whose respective disciplines complement each other in ways the monastery's founders apparently intended. Artorius was raised as much by the institution as by his parents, which is to say he is deeply competent in specific ways that are difficult to explain to anyone who did not grow up in a building that trains people to navigate darkness, and considerably less experienced in ways that most eighteen-year-olds would not have to think about at all. He is, in the parlance of the wider world, a trust fund kid from a specialized background who has been selected to compete not entirely because he asked to be.
The Monastery's Purpose
The Aeroga Monastery's wish request is institutional rather than personal: the monastery wants wealth, prosperity, and closer formal ties with the seats of power in Logeion. It is a pragmatic wish for a place that has operated in deliberate obscurity for generations — an acknowledgment that obscurity, however philosophically comfortable, does not fund facilities or expand influence. Artorius was selected as the monastery's representative because he is their best. He is also their youngest significant fighter, which is either a sign of exceptional talent or exceptional pressure depending on how generously one reads the situation.
He is aware that he is competing, in part, for something that is not his own wish. He has not made peace with this entirely. He has made peace with it enough to compete.
The Training
The monastery's core discipline holds that physical sight is a crutch — that practitioners who sacrifice it and learn to navigate without it develop a form of awareness that sighted fighters cannot replicate or counter. Artorius has trained in this tradition his entire life. He fights as a Shadow Monk and draws on the Twilight Cleric tradition his mother represents, a combination that makes him genuinely difficult to read in any low-light or obscured environment. In full daylight against an experienced opponent who knows what he is, the calculus is less straightforward. He is eighteen and has not fought many of the people currently assembled at the Games. He knows this. He trains in every available hour.
In Person
Artorius is the youngest competitor of note at the Games by a significant margin, and it shows in ways that are sometimes disarming and occasionally dangerous. He is earnest where older competitors are guarded. He is curious about people in the way of someone who grew up in an institution and is encountering the wider world as a collection of fascinating data. He trusts his training completely and his judgment of social situations considerably less. He has money — the monastery is not poor, and he has been provided for — and does not think about it the way the Avarice family thinks about it or the way Nimbus Beckham, who grew up without it, thinks about it. It is simply there, like the building he grew up in.
What he wants, underneath the monastery's institutional wish, is less clear. He is eighteen. He may not know yet. The Games may be where he finds out.
The monastery does not advertise. It does not need to. Every few years, someone finds their way to Greyharbor looking for a different kind of sight — and the Aeroga doors open for those who arrive already knowing what they are willing to give up.
— Rella Aeroga, in a letter to a prospective student
Campaign Record
Session Log
What happened. When. To whom.
A running record of campaign sessions, major events, and turning points. Click a session to expand.
Session I
The Grand Colosseum — Let the Games Begin
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- Nimbus, Osiris, Ingrid, and Artorius assemble in the Grand Colosseum of Logeion for the official opening of the Solstice Games.
- Before the start: Osiris studies Rex Ganafelt at his mother Muirenn's request, and notices with unease that Rex bears a striking resemblance to his father, Elcan Varano.
- Irritated by Rex's disdain for other competitors, Ingrid attempts a grease spell to humiliate him. Rex is unaffected. Artorius slips instead.
- Nimbus and Osiris exchange pleasantries, wishing each other well for the events ahead.
- The Divine Sovereigns give the opening address, vowing to uphold their end of the bargain so long as competitors fight with everything they have.
- The Sovereigns announce the Games' itinerary: Phase One in Ouroboros (the capital of Logeion), Phase Two in Fairwind, Phase Three in Takarakuni, Phase Four in Dissidia (capital of the Republic of Soken), and the Final Decrees and battles back in Ouroboros.
- First event: competitors must descend into the dungeons beneath the arena and return with the head of a slain beast. Nimbus and Ingrid take on a Balor. Osiris and Artorius face a strange Archdruid beast. Both pairs succeed.
- The four regroup and plot to steal heads from Rex (Balor) and Noelle (Dragon). Their assault begins — Noelle vanishes instantly, and Rex reappears with all the heads in a single moment.
- Osiris launches a direct assault on Rex, landing critical blows and forcing him to drop some heads. Before Rex can answer in full, the Divine Sovereigns intervene with a final decree: all competitors must bring their heads to Fairwind within seven days, where the first eliminations of Phase Two will occur.
Session II
The Scramble — Downtime in Logeion
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- The Colosseum erupts into a mad dash for unclaimed heads. Rex and Noelle are nowhere to be seen. Noelle reappears only long enough to stab Osiris in the back — but fails to take his Archdruid head. Nimbus secures both a Balor head and a Dragon head. Artorius and Ingrid fight off other contestants and secure an Archdruid head.
- The party splits: Osiris and Nimbus retreat to the Holy Palace of Logeion. Ingrid and Artorius go to Zhaleh's wizard tower.
- Osiris speaks to Muirenn about Rex's uncanny resemblance to Elcan. Nimbus takes stock while Yudmug and Killian react with surprise to his unexpected alliances.
- Zhaleh briefly scolds Ingrid for the sudden intrusion before permitting them to stay.
- Downtime: Osiris secretly meets with Rex. Later goes on separate trysts with both Argen and Gladious. Nimbus strategizes with Yudmug and Killian. Ingrid delves into magical study beneath Zhaleh's tower.
- Artorius, ranging into the forests of Shamar's Thicket, observes a band of hooded figures slipping into a cave. He follows them deeper — and finds hundreds of them assembled around a massive crystal rising from the earth.
Session III
The Cult — Zhaleh Departs
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- Artorius discovers that his own mother, Rella Aeroga, is leading the cultists. He flees to find Ingrid.
- They return together to Zhaleh's tower. Zhaleh's reaction is immediate and visible fear. He begins frantically constructing a teleportation — to a place called Eikonia.
- Zhaleh tells them: if a new Ascendant has truly risen, there is little they can do against it. He instructs them to tell only those they trust deeply. Then he vanishes to Eikonia.
- The next day, Ingrid and Artorius go to the Holy Palace and deliver the news to Nimbus and Osiris. Both are shaken.
- Osiris immediately treats it as a mortal threat to Logeion and summons Muirenn. She agrees — but asks for more time to form a concrete plan before any definitive action is taken.
- The group discusses their options and next moves against the cult.
- They teleport to Fairwind for Phase Two. Upon arrival, time itself begins to slow around them — and looking up, they see a swarm of colossal red eyes tearing through reality and the sky above, as if shattering through glass.
Session IV
Fairwind — Rex's Ship — Arun Kryllios
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- Osiris, Artorius, and Ingrid feel their souls being wrenched from their bodies by the dark force from above. They find refuge in a nearby Chapel of Shamar, where an old cleric heals and restores them.
- The Divine Sovereigns arrive shortly after, sailing in grand formation aboard their capital ship. Rex's man-o'-war arrives not long after.
- Nimbus overhears Avarice Group employees discussing insider bets placed on Rex, and orders to supply Rex directly to ensure his victories. He watches Avarice merchant boats sailing toward Rex's ship.
- Nimbus stealthily boards Rex's vessel and reaches his private quarters — where Rex sits calmly reading, a cluster of dull grey inert crystal shards resting on a nearby table.
- Nimbus sets a fire in the mess to draw Rex out. It causes panic in the kitchen; two soldiers move to inform Rex. He does not emerge. When the soldiers leave, Nimbus re-enters — and finds Rex waiting at the table, having not moved.
- In a brief exchange, Rex reveals that Osiris is his half-brother. He hands Nimbus an inert crystal shard, then ejects him from the ship.
- Meanwhile: Osiris meets privately with both Argen and Gladious, informing them of the cult and of Rex. Argen advocates a preemptive strike on both threats. Gladious urges caution to avoid sparking war between Logeion and Soken. They settle on striking the cult first — the Sovereigns authorize 1,800 soldiers for Osiris, set to move at dawn.
- Ingrid and Artorius spend the day with Killian and Yudmug, arriving at Killian's small shop in Fairwind — offered as a base of operations. A mysterious man approaches and asks for a coin. Ingrid gives him a full bag of gold. The man introduces himself as Arun Kryllios — former Chancellor of Elysium, former King of Arcadia. Ingrid believes him. Before departing, Arun asks if it is too late to join the Games. Ingrid tells him to find a beast's head.
- The party regroups in the basement of Killian's Wares. Osiris briefs everyone on the cult mission. During a discreet handoff of the crystal shard from Nimbus to Osiris, the two separate and quietly begin to plan an assassination attempt on Rex — fearing he intends to kill the Sovereigns.
- Osiris sends Rex a message requesting another meeting. He and Nimbus go to the port, where Rex clears a path for them aboard. Osiris strikes Rex immediately. Rex chuckles — and stuns Osiris in return.
Session V
You Face Rex Zen Ganafelt — Egregore Theory
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- Rex defeats both Osiris and Nimbus in rapid succession — though Nimbus pushes him hard enough to earn his genuine respect, and is the only one to make Rex draw his sword. Rex announces their defeats to all of Fairwind from the docks: "Bear witness, Fairwind! For tonight I have bested both General Varano of Logeion, and the champion Nimbus Beckham! Both were defeated in a duel by none other than Lord Rex Zen Ganafelt, of The Republic of Soken! I accept any further challenges against me, with open arms!"
- Osiris and Nimbus recover in a medical ward.
- Osiris meets with the Divine Sovereigns regarding next moves against the cult, but the conversation reaches a deadlock — tensions rising rather than resolving. In the course of the meeting, Osiris notices that the Sovereigns' necklaces appear to be connected to — or made from — crystals themselves. Gladiolus grows visibly upset and withdraws, stating he would consider surrendering his necklace only as an absolute last resort.
- Artorius meets privately with his father, Mordred, and reveals that Rella Aeroga is leading the cult. Mordred is apprehensive and skeptical, but agrees to keep a close watch on her.
- Ingrid spends hours deep in Zhaleh's tower searching through scrolls — when Zhaleh himself appears, disheveled and frantic. Zhaleh tells Ingrid he no longer believes the cult is summoning Seraphon. The entity they are calling for is something else entirely. He also presents a possible solution: Zhaleh uses himself as a vessel for the crystal's power, and the party kills him to end it. Ingrid refuses outright. Zhaleh suggests it may be the only way.
- Osiris visits Argen privately and proposes that the party launch a preemptive strike against the cult without waiting for Gladiolus. Seeing how troubled Argen becomes at the prospect of going behind his brother's back and fraying their bond further, Osiris lets the idea drop.
- The party reunites. Ingrid, finally emerging after his long research session, presents a theory: if they can win the hearts, minds, and souls of the people — the collective belief of the masses — they may be able to shape the egregore of the crystal itself, influencing the form and direction its power takes. What that means in practice remains unknown. After delivering the theory, Ingrid collapses.
Session VI
The Trial of the Seeker — Dungeons Chosen
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- Osiris sits down with both of his parents — Muirenn and Elcan Varano — and the truth about Rex comes out in full. Elcan confirms what the resemblance has been quietly suggesting: Rex is his son, born to a woman named Julianath at the very start of his military career. He had maintained contact with Julianith for a time afterward, even attempted to bring her to Logeion — but when she refused, and Rex was born, Elcan cut off all contact entirely and never looked back. Rex grew up without a father. Elcan has carried the silence ever since. The revelation lands heavily. Muirenn, visibly distressed, announces that Elcan will be redeployed — sent far from Fairwind and the Games to keep close watch on the cult's movements, well away from Rex for the time being. There is a quieter announcement beneath that one, delivered without ceremony: Muirenn and Elcan intend to divorce. The conversation ends with Elcan saying his goodbyes, and expressing that he still wishes to come out the other side of this a happier family. Osiris believes in that future, but Muirenn said nothing.
- Rex meets privately with Nimbus. The conversation is not what Nimbus expected. Rex speaks plainly of two things. First: he knows that Osiris had been planning — or at minimum considering — a betrayal of the group following the second phase of the Games, and he wanted Nimbus to know before it could be used against him. Second, and perhaps more lasting: Rex shares his philosophy without decoration. Strength is truth. Mercy is weakness. He does not argue it or is forced to defend it — he states it the way he states everything, as a settled fact. What Nimbus does with either piece of information is his own business.
- Artorius is being watched. An unknown party has taken an interest in him — whether because of his mother's cult involvement, his monastery's presence at the Games, or something else entirely is not yet clear. He may or may not know.
- Downtime across Fairwind. The party rests, processes, prepares. The city still hums with Games activity around them.
- The elimination ceremony is held. Competitors who failed to secure sufficient beast heads or meet Phase One's requirements are formally removed from the Games. The field narrows.
- The Divine Sovereigns — Argentum and Gladiolus Scientia — take the stage together and announce the Trial of the Seeker: the second phase of the Solstice Games. Each remaining competitor must choose two of three dungeons and venture deep inside each to reclaim a hidden artifact. The three dungeons are:
- The Tellurian Sanctum — an ancient earth dungeon of stone, pressure, and buried memory.
- The Abyssal Vault — a drowned sea dungeon of current, depth, and tidal mechanism.
- The Boltreaver Altar — a sky dungeon of logic, lightning, and unmoored air.
- Competitors who successfully recover their two artifacts must then transport them to Takarakuni, where the third phase of the Games will begin. The Trial of the Seeker has no set time limit — but the field will not wait.
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