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Faulmoor is a land steeped in sorrow, where the weight of the Rotmire Blight presses against the hearts of its people as surely as the thick fog that clings to its marshes. The air is heavy with decay, carrying the scent of damp earth, stagnant water, and so...

The Walled Grave Steel and sacrifice—this is the way of Valkenmar. And today, you will give what must be given. These walls are not built in cruelty, but in necessity. They do not rise to punish, but to protect. If you suffer within them, know that your pai...

The Half-Built Bastion Ashenmoor is already lost—they simply refuse to see it. They are not survivors; they are the dying, clinging to the illusion of life. To send men to them is not a rescue, it is an invitation to join them in their slow death. The Bligh...

Steel and Suffering I came here hoping for safety, but all I found was more death. The enforcers don’t see us as people—just a burden. They say Ebonmoor is safe, but none of us will ever get past that cursed gate. I’ve seen mothers beg to be let through, on...

A Crumbling Sanctuary As long as I draw breath, Blackholt will not close its gates to those in need. Faulmoor's people are not just subjects to be ruled, but lives to be protected. If the Blight has taken their homes, if the nobles have turned their backs, ...

"Steel and Sacrifice." House Valkenmar, once a powerful and prosperous noble house, stands as a shadow of its former self in the wake of the Rotmire Blight. Their capital, Valkenheim, a sprawling city nestled at the heart of Faulmoor, was once a symbol of str...

"By Mire and Might." For centuries, House Harrowden was regarded as an afterthought in Faulmoor’s politics, a noble house in title but little else. Their domain, Fenmire, was a vast expanse of murky swamps, treacherous bogs, and isolated islands, largely deem...

"The Black Thorne Strikes Deep." House Wilthorne is a lineage entwined with the very roots of Ebonmoor, its history steeped in superstition, ambition, and an unshakable will to endure. Unlike the martial bloodlines of Valkenmar, who built their name upon conq...

The Smuggler’s Haven In Greymire, you can buy anything—stolen grain, a name that ain’t yours, a dagger meant for a friend’s back. Gold still changes hands, but silver? Silver’s worth more than life. You don’t spend it here, you guard it, ‘cause the moment s...