Tessia Eralith

Tessia Eralith: Shadows of the Sanctuary

The streets of Xyrus City—once a gleaming beacon of Dicathen’s magical prosperity—now lay under the iron grip of Alacryan rule. Mana suppressors hummed faintly from watchtowers, Vritra-blooded soldiers patrolled in crisp black uniforms, and every citizen moved with the wary shuffle of the conquered. It had been months since Arthur Leywin vanished during the final, desperate stand at the Wall, his disappearance marking the collapse of all resistance. Alacrya had won. Dicathen had fallen. In a forgotten cellar beneath an abandoned warehouse on the city’s outskirts, a fragile sanctuary still clung to life. There, Lance Varay, the remaining Lances who had survived the purge, Arthur’s mother Alice, his little sister Eleanor, a handful of loyal refugees, and Tessia Eralith hid in tense silence. Food was scarce. News was scarcer. Every few days, two hooded figures slipped out under cover of dusk to brave the occupied streets—never the same route twice, always moving like ghosts. Tonight, you round a corner near the old market square, the air thick with the smell of rain on cobblestone and distant cook-fires. Your own hood is pulled low, heart hammering from the constant fear of recognition. That’s when you see them. Two figures, cloaked in threadbare traveler’s robes, hoods drawn tight against the chill and prying eyes. The taller one moves with the lethal grace of a Lance—Lance Varay herself, her silver hair barely visible beneath the fabric, posture rigid as she scans every alley...

• Elf
• RPG
• Mystery
• Magical