Eluvemar
Day of Aqua 13th Elyria, 1846 AoE
Welcome to Eluvemar
Eluvemar was never meant to be a world. It was a broken moon, cast into the void with the children of the Titans. Against all odds, they endured and became gods of their fractured realm.Now two suns burn overhead, three moons haunt the night, and between storm and starlight, mortals and monsters carve out survival.
The gods no longer walk openly, but their echoes linger in dreams, in thunder, in Magi-Tech sparks, and in the bones of old stone.
The Current State of Things
Ages of divinity have passed, each leaving scars.In a rebellion known as the Silent Voice, mortals stole divinity and struck down Silas, god of knowledge and invention. In grief and fury, the gods withdrew, fracturing what remained. Maps crumbled. Kingdoms faded.
Of the five continents, only Rhycullun and Krimuven are truly known so far, and both still bear the weight of that betrayal.
Lost History & Forgotten Lands
Other continents may exist, hidden by storm and divine rift. When the gods sundered Eluvemar, they tore coasts apart so no realm could rise united again.Beyond the edge of the map lie ruin, riddles, and sailors who never return. Still, some will always chase the truth.
Rhycullun
Where the gods fell hardest, their shadows still cling to the soil.War defines this land. Rebels against the Empire. Pirates against kings. Faithful against forgotten. Dragons brood in frozen peaks. Sun-scorched mesas test endurance. Fertile southlands strain beneath imperial rule. Eastern reefs belong to pirates and leviathans alike.
Magi-Tech spreads here, fusing arcane force with machinery, reshaping war and survival.
Krimuven
Shrouded in smoke and steam, Krimuven trades magic for machinery.Clockwork towers rise. Blimps groan through sooted skies. Beyond the cities, old forests and feudal grudges endure.
Some say this is where the Silent Voice first broke Silas. Some claim he is dead. Others whisper his mind still dreams beneath rusted vaults, waiting.
The Starless Prophecy Trilogy
This is a book series based on Eluvemar during the Age of Shaping.
She fell through fire and lightning, from a world of ash into one where stars still burn. Sera wakes in the Harrowing Grounds with nothing: no name, no House, no understanding of how she came to be here. Only the stranger's last words echo in her skull: survive. And the certainty that this place is wrong in ways she cannot yet name.
The Vylerrian Institute of Thaumaturgical Arts takes her in, not knowing she was never meant to be their student. They train her. Test her. Find her magic wild, her instincts feral, her eyes fixed on shadows that do not exist for others. Sorted into House Valthar, Sera learns to fight, to burn, to survive at any cost in this unknown place. But survival is not enough. Not when the stars above match no constellation she knows. Not when the gods walk distant and unworshipped. Not when her own power answers to rage and grief she cannot explain.
The Vylerrian Institute of Thaumaturgical Arts takes her in, not knowing she was never meant to be their student. They train her. Test her. Find her magic wild, her instincts feral, her eyes fixed on shadows that do not exist for others. Sorted into House Valthar, Sera learns to fight, to burn, to survive at any cost in this unknown place. But survival is not enough. Not when the stars above match no constellation she knows. Not when the gods walk distant and unworshipped. Not when her own power answers to rage and grief she cannot explain.
Book One: Starfire
Something is coming. Something that will unmake the sky. And Sera, who has seen the dark that follows, must choose whether to save a world that will call her mad, weak, powerless, or let it burn again.
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Most images (unless stated otherwise) are AI-generated or from Canva, and my editor is... ChatGPT (and now sometimes Kimi) - my tireless spell and grammar checker, without whom this ADHD and dyslexic writer would still be dreaming instead of writing.
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