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.
Once, this wand belonged to a powerful elven mage whose purpose was to protect the forest and maintain its balance.
Its magic was neither purely creative nor purely destructive.
With the wand’s power, he allowed what had to die to fall, and created new life wherever it was needed….
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.
Tarric sinks wearily onto the old wooden chair. The long journeys, the encounters with friends and strangers, the stories he has lived through – all weigh heavily on his shoulders.
Before him lies an open diary. A small candle flickers, casting dancing shadows on the walls and bathing the room in warm, golden light.
With tired hands, he holds the quill, letting the words slowly flow across the paper. Each line helps him organize his thoughts, sort memories, and process the chaos of the past days.
In this stillness, he gathers himself, steadies his mind, before facing the world and all the paths that lie ahead.
Grimms Hollow holds secrets and magic: discover the top-secret report, find the hidden code, and open the secret archive page. An adventure full of spies, puzzles, and hidden truths awaits!
Dive into the secrets of Elyndor! This fantasy short story takes you to Grimms Hollow, the city of the different, where magic and mist hover over the cobblestone streets. Join an old friend on a city tour full of glowing spirits, mischievous pranks, and ancient legends – a story filled with adventure, mystery, and enchanting encounters….
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….
A tale full of magic, dragons, riddles, and a mysterious stranger
You stroll through the streets of Elyndor’s capital: Thalorien.
The sun glimmers on the white towers, and the sweet scent of pastries and spices floats through the air. Magic is so strong here that your skin tingles ever so slightly….
