RACES: THE FEYN
The Tyrin were dying, whether they admitted it or not – the sacrifices they’d made to survive meant tomorrow bore no future generations of Fae.
The Tyrin were dying, whether they admitted it or not – the sacrifices they’d made to survive meant tomorrow bore no future generations of Fae.
Gone are the luminous fae of myth. They’re called Tyrin now, an ancient word in an ancient tongue meaning Warskin.
The Book of Creation is a myth. It would have to be, as none here have ever seen it…
The dead of Achades can never enjoy the luxury of everlasting peace. They will never fall upward toward eternity, never meet their gods in their heavens.
In either camp, the birth of the one true Chosen would threaten everything. This is doubly true if that same Messiah refused to fall into line and shifted authority over the masses…