The Mysteries of Rúne - The Scourge
The Scourge
Before the war cast its shadow, there was a fragile, ever-shifting land bridge between Nicollo and Sardonix called Híd. A fleeting sanctuary where the great cities converged in hopes of trade and connection. In those days, information flowed as fiercely as the winds, transforming into a precious treasure among those who dared call Híd home. A coalition of daring souls soon gathered, settling into permanence, their hopes intertwined with the promise of this sacred strait.
Among them was Réka, a druid whose heart burned with unquenchable devotion to her goddess Firi. She was the first to carve her home into the very fabric of Híd. Yet, her first day alone in the Strait of Híd was challenged by a formidable beast, A Crystal dragon known as Drust.. Night after night, Réka and Drust clashed in a fierce battle that echoed through the ages. Though victory finally belonged to Réka, it came at the cost of the land she fought so valiantly to protect. The earth was shattered and her home in ruin.
Legend tells us that Réka gathered the bones shed by Drust, ground them into the very bricks that form her new sanctuary. And as dawn broke, it was revealed that her humble dwelling had risen silently out of the earth. Réka, a keeper of the skies, conceived a daring idea: to test this miracle and push it further—to rise, to soar, to reach for ultimate freedom and destiny.
When the merchants returned to Híd, Réka shared her vision with a trusted few, showing them her floating home. Her words ignited their hearts with a great desire. Skilled in blade and arcane, they trained and gathered strength. Together, they hunting dragon after dragon, transforming their floating refuge into a thriving community, a street, a neighborhood in the clouds. Their united spirit birthed a new identity: The Zenith of society, The ones who rise.
Artist Credit: Davi Lo
Seized by hope and boundless ambition, this nascent nation took their floating land and their machines of arcane power to ride the whispering currents. They soared high, and the scaled masters began to fade. At first, the greater territories viewed this as victory, liberation. The dragons, long fierce rulers, had fallen silent. The great cities thrived as they devised skyships built on the very arcane discovery that formed the ever-growing nation of Zenith. The triumph was short and this peace was fragile.
Without warning, Rúne itself rebelled. The rock beasts lurked on every front, their fury turning coasts to graveyards. Zenith, once a land of daring explorers, became a sanctuary of fear, a fortress of retreat. They had shattered the dragons into bones and dust but abandoned the remnants of their realm to its torment. The Assembly relinquished Zenit’s seat on the council. United in despair, they turned inward, forsaking the floating land.
And so, Zenith endured—prospering quietly in exile, its heart aflame with memories of rise and ruin. Few now remember the price of freedom and the fires of their indomitable desire to soar.
Before the war cast its shadow, there was a fragile, ever-shifting land bridge between Nicollo and Sardonix called Híd. A fleeting sanctuary where the great cities converged in hopes of trade and connection. In those days, information flowed as fiercely as the winds, transforming into a precious treasure among those who dared call Híd home. A coalition of daring souls soon gathered, settling into permanence, their hopes intertwined with the promise of this sacred strait.
Among them was Réka, a druid whose heart burned with unquenchable devotion to her goddess Firi. She was the first to carve her home into the very fabric of Híd. Yet, her first day alone in the Strait of Híd was challenged by a formidable beast, A Crystal dragon known as Drust.. Night after night, Réka and Drust clashed in a fierce battle that echoed through the ages. Though victory finally belonged to Réka, it came at the cost of the land she fought so valiantly to protect. The earth was shattered and her home in ruin.
Legend tells us that Réka gathered the bones shed by Drust, ground them into the very bricks that form her new sanctuary. And as dawn broke, it was revealed that her humble dwelling had risen silently out of the earth. Réka, a keeper of the skies, conceived a daring idea: to test this miracle and push it further—to rise, to soar, to reach for ultimate freedom and destiny.
When the merchants returned to Híd, Réka shared her vision with a trusted few, showing them her floating home. Her words ignited their hearts with a great desire. Skilled in blade and arcane, they trained and gathered strength. Together, they hunting dragon after dragon, transforming their floating refuge into a thriving community, a street, a neighborhood in the clouds. Their united spirit birthed a new identity: The Zenith of society, The ones who rise.
Artist Credit: Davi Lo
Seized by hope and boundless ambition, this nascent nation took their floating land and their machines of arcane power to ride the whispering currents. They soared high, and the scaled masters began to fade. At first, the greater territories viewed this as victory, liberation. The dragons, long fierce rulers, had fallen silent. The great cities thrived as they devised skyships built on the very arcane discovery that formed the ever-growing nation of Zenith. The triumph was short and this peace was fragile.
Without warning, Rúne itself rebelled. The rock beasts lurked on every front, their fury turning coasts to graveyards. Zenith, once a land of daring explorers, became a sanctuary of fear, a fortress of retreat. They had shattered the dragons into bones and dust but abandoned the remnants of their realm to its torment. The Assembly relinquished Zenit’s seat on the council. United in despair, they turned inward, forsaking the floating land.
And so, Zenith endured—prospering quietly in exile, its heart aflame with memories of rise and ruin. Few now remember the price of freedom and the fires of their indomitable desire to soar.
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