Extras
The Fall of Erhnator
A nameless world teeters on the brink, poised to be devoured by the insatiable maw of all-consuming Chaos. Within its fading light, the city-state of Erhnator, with its sky-piercing towers, stands as the final, defiant bastion against the relentless tide of oblivion, but time bleeds away for its doomed inhabitants. From the colossal flying fortress of Anorr, Lord Kuor-Adamarant, a scion of Chaos, prepares to unleash his legions in a devastating final assault; soon, Erhnator’s magnificent spires will be but ghostly memories in the minds of the conquerors. Yet, amidst this cataclysm, as the world draws its last breaths, Ra’maen of the Et’eliani orchestrates the culmination of a breathtakingly audacious plan, one nurtured across a millennium. This is a gambit of cosmic proportions, and its outcome threatens to send tremors through Niamaru itself, potentially reweaving the very fabric of existence.
Companion Narratives: Dear readers, here you will find two accounts of the same event, but seen through the eyes of two completely different characters. I wish you a pleasant reading!
Kuor's Folly
Short Story
Within the swirling madness of Aartókh-Dággaras, few secrets can escape the pervasive consciousness of Moritán, and to challenge the established dogma is to court annihilation. Yet, Lord Kuor-Adamarant, a son of Chaos renowned for his audacious intellect and thirst for the forbidden, thrives on such perilous endeavors. For the span of an Age, he has meticulously woven a plan of unprecedented daring—a clandestine experiment poised to rewrite the very laws of existence. The crucible for this magnum opus: a dying world teetering on the chaotic border of Niamaru, its imminent dissolution the perfect veil for the final ritual.
Kuor embraces the colossal risk, but a chilling question shadows his resolve: in this grand, treacherous game, how far can he truly trust Ra’maen, his brilliant, volatile, and enigmatic Et’eliani collaborator?
Ra'maen's Oath
Short Story
The end of a world, Ra’maen muses with a predatory smile, offers an exquisitely discreet venue for a clandestine meeting—especially one with a d’amnos of such… particular interest. The encroaching Chaos would serve as the perfect accomplice: not only would its terrifying advance deter any prying eyes, but its ultimate obliteration of this realm would scour away every trace of forbidden work. After all, a soul-fusing ritual of such potency would undoubtedly leave vivid, indelible scars upon the fabric of magic, and for the audacious plan she had nurtured across a millennium, absolute secrecy was paramount.
Now, on the very precipice of its culmination, Ra’maen feels a shiver of dangerous delight, impatient to finally taste the fruit of such monumental effort—be it the ambrosia of absolute triumph or the exquisitely bitter ashes of unforeseen complications.