Tides of Strife

The Great Work of the Maker has been Shattered. The Firstborn and the Last have clashed, giving birth to tumultuous Strife, a never-ending song of bloody fire and emerald fury. A new Balance has been born betwixt Chaos and Order, tenuously held by those few who recall the lessons of the ancients, and ever dread to repeat their mistakes.

One bastion stands resolute. The Concord Kingdom of Solen rises above the tumult, their Peace bought by the draconian Choir and their valorous Chosen. They have long since shepherded their flock, the Accorded Races of elves, dwarves, and men living in harmony, brought back from the brink of endless War.

But times change. The Choir of the Archdrakes has disappeared. The Throne stands empty. Red-maned Chaos rides the wind, threatening to shatter the Balance of Creation. The Tides of Strife begin to rise once more, its terrible song still a whisper yet herald to the coming storm…

First Chronicle of the Tides of Strife

Beneath New Lenaria’s city streets, deep in the bowels of the Undercity, few bother themselves with the worries of the kingdom at large. Lurking in the dark, unseen by the light of day, the underdwellers are a people guided by the principles of survival and burdened with the weight of cruel necessity. Why should they care about the welfare of a the kingdom on the surface, a world most of them will never live to see?

Hidden in the shadows of those dusty streets dwells a boy gifted with the touch of fire. When others are quick to bow, he dares to raise his head, to stand his ground when others have fled. Amidst thieves and knights, warriors and mages, Fate has placed him on the start of a journey that will span the length of Solen and back again, to set all the Concord Kingdom quaking. With eyes as bright as the stars he has never seen, he will leave the world of his old life behind, as if waking from a dream…