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A SANCTUM OF SWORDS
In the wake of a catastrophic cataclysm that claimed the lives of both mortals and powerful gods, the remnants of mortal-kind begin to rebuild civilization in the world of Thearus. But, unseen by many is an ancient and evil force that seeks to bring darkness across the land once more.
It is the era of the Ascension of Kings, a period of reconstruction after the catastrophic collapse which saw the death of the gods of the Ascended Pantheon and left the mortals of Thearus to rise from the ashes and begin anew.
But, war, assassination, and betrayal still stalk the land, fueled by the mighty kingdoms and cults born from the fires of destruction, and ruled by powerful demi-gods. And now, the Sanctum Queen, Karayan, seeks to summon her twin patron goddesses, Sabah and Zesiro, onto the mortal plane to cast a shroud of darkness and chaos across the realm.
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A SANCTUM OF SWORDS
A hearth fire’s light illuminated the chamber to create shadows playing upon the sandstone walls. Siham tracked the darkness between the alabaster pillars set into the four corners of her room.
Just another quiet night in the City of Grand Canals and Heaven’s Gate Guest Wing that overlooked the Golden Mountain. Everything seemed tranquil and quiet beyond her chamber door.
An impulsive flame sparked within Siham Sar Amun’s thoughts. An anticipation that made her hands coil in search of a sword to fall onto instead of enduring another night inside her secluded room.
Each mental glimpse of that moment was so lucid, Siham wondered if they might be actual memories. A sound like wood crackling within a fire ushered her back into reality, and the familiar room in which she sat seemed bereft.
Siham had become an apparition bound to the place of her torment. Dispelling the tension coiled up inside her chest with a deep exhale, her thoughts began to calm. Unable to rest on her bed of silk sheets and fleece-stuffed pillows, she came to sit up on her palanquin.
She watched her recently betrothed: a royal prince born from foreign blood-ties, the ascendant chieftain’s firstborn son on the U’skar Qi steppes, by the name of Sarkis.
WORLD OF THEARUS
It is known as the mortal sphere by entities beyond the physical plane. Demi-gods and other oddities besides have often named it the Cradle of Creation, from which all creation is birthed, eventually to be siphoned into the divine realms of the Celestial Spheres. To all the ordinary mortal children who seed the soil of their inherited world, it has always been called Thearus.