The room was silent. Not the ordinary silence of empty halls, but one that watched—as if even the air itself decided what to reveal and what to conceal.
A uneasy feeling spread through your stomach and deepened as the heavy iron door closed behind you. Silent. Final.
Alone.
You didn’t know who had brought you here. You didn’t even know if you had been invited—or if you had simply… been taken…
You sit with Tarric in his tavern. The atmosphere is lively. The fireplace crackles, and humans, elves, and dwarves chat, drink, and laugh.
You’ve been in Elyndor for a while now, and you’ve grown accustomed to Tarric, the locals, and above all, the tavern. Life is good.
Suddenly, something changes. The lively mood shifts into a strange calm. Not threatening.
Just… confusing. As if no one knows how to act.
High Fantasy story In the gentle hills of Florindale, where forests quietly flow into sparkling rivers, Mirelia grew up –
Kaelen and Seris Thalvaen were born into a world that was never meant to be theirs. Their family, once highly esteemed, had been brought down by intrigue and betrayal. After the death of their parents, a maid saved the children and brought them to the pirates – traumatized and broken, like two lost sparks in a storm.
They grew up on the decks of storm-tossed ships, learning the wind, the salt, the rules of freedom – and what it means to stand up for honor and loyalty.
Kaelen, the brother, learned that morality is worth more than blood. That one must fight for one’s principles, even if the price is high.
Seris, the sister, learned that power and control are the only means to survive. She was colder, more strategic, willing to do anything to take revenge. He was empathetic, justice-driven – an idealist who did not measure the world by its cruelty.
n the quiet alleys of Thalorien, where the light of lanterns mingles with the scent of spices and baked apples, there are stories that seem almost unbelievable – and yet, they are true. One such story is about Seralya, perhaps the most powerful adventurer in Elyndor, whose courage and cleverness not only saved a small guild but also established a legend. Join me tonight in Tarric’s tavern, where we listen to an evening full of adventures – and meet a true heroine.
You find yourself in a forward archive of the Golden Dawn, the not-so-secret secret espionage order of Elyndor.
Anyone seeking information—or wishing someone gone—contacts the Golden Dawn.
They contact you.
This small, dusty archive is dark, the air so thick with dust that breathing feels difficult. By the faint glow of your candles, you make out shelves and tables piled with books and parchment. Countless reports and records are stored here—hundreds, perhaps thousands of spies must be responsible for them.
And now, you are part of it.
One of these records catches your eye, and you take a closer look…
Subject Description:
Manifests either in classic ghostly form or as a young elf (approximately 19 years old).
The subject controls the shift between the two appearances but prefers the elven form, as it “suits him better.”
The ghostly version remains translucent, glowing whitely, with dissolved contours at the shoulders and hair tips.
In elven form, these effects are faint: delicate wisps of smoke fade at the edges of his silhouette….
Selindra Moonthread is a sensitive artist and teacher who shows children the importance of accepting themselves. She is the kind
Today is a very special day: a new character steps into my magical world of Elyndor. 🌌 His name is Aurelius – a young magician with a heart that beats for Christmas. With him begins not just a story, but a whole tradition full of warmth, hope, and little wonders. He is the first, but certainly not the last resident of my magical fantasy world.
