{LORE} - “Royal Winter”
The Magister, draped in robes that shimmered with the deep purples and gold of midnight, moved through the Grand Hall of the Royal Castle, nodding politely to the various noblemen and courtiers gathered for the Winter’s Ball. Chandeliers sparkled, glinting sharply across the fine silks and jewels on costumed display. And though the ballroom was filled with laughter and merriment, the energy of the room soon grew suffocating…Read More
{LORE} - “Willow’s Breeze”
The Magister wandered into a forest of towering willows, their branches swaying gently, casting dappled sunlight across the mossy ground. Weary from their endless travels, they sat beneath one of the ancient trees, enjoying the stillness…
{LORE} - “Long Rest”
The Magister, weary from their latest journey across treacherous lands and forgotten ruins, found refuge in a quaint tavern at the edge of a quiet village. The innkeeper, a kindly old woman, led them to a cozy room where a rustic wooden bed awaited. Its smooth, mahogany wood and soft linens beckoned, a rare comfort in a life of wandering…..Read More
{LORE} - “Lover’s Oath”
Their blades sparked and slashed in vicious joy as they clattered together, leaving harsh, wicked wounds—scars on skin, and something deeper, darker in the soul. They never spoke outside of combat. Never met under truce. Never acknowledged the truth of what grew between them, beneath the thrum in their breasts…
{LORE} - “Enchanting Tulips”
The Magister stepped into a dusty old shop tucked away in a crooked alley, its sign so faded it was barely legible. Inside, shelves buckled under the weight of forgotten trinkets and glass jars filled with unidentifiable powders and viscous liquids. The air smelled of mildew and faint enchantments—magic left to stagnate…