Smitabh Moitra

Daloria has stood as the greatest civilisation in the known world for centuries. House Dalor has now stood at the head of the country for over two thousand years, but all is not well. A rebellion less than two decades prior shook the realm and threatened to split it in half. King Ilarion Dalor now holds the country together by sheer force of will. He is a considerable force unto himself, but even he can’t stop the powerful from continuing their schemes. As they plot to steal yet more power, as the king stretches his ability to govern to its limit, the commonfolk merely pray for the eighteen years of peace to continue, while the subjugated meritheli and ebori people scrounge for the scraps left behind by their human conquerors.

Those in the far reaches of the nation, especially those who man the fortress of Berin have started to believe that all prayers are going unanswered. The dead are beginning to walk in numbers never seen before and sinister whispers are rising. Whispers of a fear thought to have been banished by the now-mythical Zurus nearly a millennium ago are heard once more. As House Dalor’s influence wanes, new powers begin to rise.