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.
n the early ages of Elyndor, when the stars still burned young and the song of the world rang unbroken, Death performed its duty with quiet dignity. It knew every heart, every breath, every ending—and in its service lay balance.
But over the centuries, the peoples changed.
The dwarves, withdrawn deep into their mountains, sought immortality in stone and iron.
The elves wove magic that kept even shadows at bay.
And humans… they feared Death, cursed it, prayed for reprieve…
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….
Dive into the legends of Elyndor! This fantasy short story tells of Calvoran, the once-glorious capital on the Aelvarin River, and Myrthalis, the mighty dragon guardian. Experience the power of magic, the greed of humankind, and the fall of a civilization – a tale full of suspense, ancient secrets, and fantastical adventure.
