The Castle of the Days - Vard Lokkur
In the uncharted realms of Dor-o Estel, where the remnants of the dead world of Midgard have found new ground to build upon, there lies a fortress as old as the legends themselves: Vard Lokkur. Hidden deep within the mountains of this new world, where the jagged peaks scrape the heavens and dense forests stretch endlessly, Vard Lokkur stands as a bastion of knowledge and neutrality. Like the fabled Kaer Morhen, this mighty stronghold is a place of mystery and power, known to all who wield influence in Dor-o Estel but truly understood by none.
Vard Lokkur, meaning "The Watchful Fortress" in the old tongues, is a fortress forged from the very bones of the earth, its walls merging seamlessly with the surrounding mountains. The castle is a marvel of both architecture and magic, its towering spires piercing the sky, veiled in mist and shadow. The runes carved into its ancient stones pulse with an arcane energy, serving as both protection and a reminder of the Days' solemn duty.
Inside Vard Lokkur, the atmosphere is one of reverence and purpose. The Great Library of Lokkur, housed in the heart of the castle, is a repository of the world’s history, containing the chronicles of the old world of Midgard and the new tales emerging from Dor-o Estel. Every hall, chamber, and corridor within Vard Lokkur is dedicated to the mission of The Days: to observe, record, and preserve the actions of the world’s most powerful beings without interference or bias.
In Dor-o Estel, where power is both new and ancient, the Days of Vard Lokkur stand as the silent sentinels of history, watching over the rise and fall of empires in this new world, just as they did in Midgard.
As the party ascended the narrow mountain path, the air grew colder, and the dense forest began to thin, giving way to jagged rocks and mist-shrouded cliffs. The journey had been long and arduous, but at last, the trees parted, revealing a sight that stole the breath from their lungs. Perched upon the edge of a towering cliff, as if carved from the very mountain itself, stood Vard Lokkur. The ancient fortress loomed before them, its stone spires piercing the low-hanging clouds, their tips lost in the swirling mist. The walls, dark and weathered, were etched with faintly glowing runes, their power thrumming in the air like a distant heartbeat. The castle seemed almost alive, a silent sentinel watching over the wild, untamed landscape of Dor-o Estel. The fortress was both awe-inspiring and foreboding, its presence a reminder of the untouchable order that dwelled within. There was no sign of life—no banners fluttering in the wind, no smoke rising from the chimneys—only the cold, quiet power of the castle, as if time itself held its breath in this sacred place. The path led onward, spiraling up toward the massive gates of Vard Lokkur. As they approached, the party felt the weight of history pressing down upon them, the knowledge that this was a place where the actions of the world’s most powerful beings were recorded for eternity. Here, in the shadow of this mighty fortress, the whispers of legends and the echoes of ancient oaths filled the air, urging them forward with a solemn reminder: the Days were always watching.
As the party ascended the narrow mountain path, the air grew colder, and the dense forest began to thin, giving way to jagged rocks and mist-shrouded cliffs. The journey had been long and arduous, but at last, the trees parted, revealing a sight that stole the breath from their lungs. Perched upon the edge of a towering cliff, as if carved from the very mountain itself, stood Vard Lokkur. The ancient fortress loomed before them, its stone spires piercing the low-hanging clouds, their tips lost in the swirling mist. The walls, dark and weathered, were etched with faintly glowing runes, their power thrumming in the air like a distant heartbeat. The castle seemed almost alive, a silent sentinel watching over the wild, untamed landscape of Dor-o Estel. The fortress was both awe-inspiring and foreboding, its presence a reminder of the untouchable order that dwelled within. There was no sign of life—no banners fluttering in the wind, no smoke rising from the chimneys—only the cold, quiet power of the castle, as if time itself held its breath in this sacred place. The path led onward, spiraling up toward the massive gates of Vard Lokkur. As they approached, the party felt the weight of history pressing down upon them, the knowledge that this was a place where the actions of the world’s most powerful beings were recorded for eternity. Here, in the shadow of this mighty fortress, the whispers of legends and the echoes of ancient oaths filled the air, urging them forward with a solemn reminder: the Days were always watching.
The Lore of the Days
The Days are an ancient and secretive order, now transplanted from the old world of Midgard to their new home in Dor-o Estel. Bound by an unbreakable oath to the enigmatic Time Lords—beings of immeasurable power and mystery—the Days serve as their agents in the world. Their task is both simple and profound: to bear witness to history as it unfolds, ensuring that no deed, no matter how small or grand, is forgotten.
Each Day is paired with a counterpart, exchanging an endowment of Wit to create a mental link that transcends distance. One Day roams the world, closely observing their assigned lord, while their counterpart remains within the sanctum of Vard Lokkur, meticulously compiling the life journal of their charge. This system ensures that every event is recorded with unparalleled accuracy and detail.
Despite their commitment to noninterference, the mere presence of a Day can influence the course of events. The knowledge that one’s actions are being observed and recorded for eternity often weighs heavily on the minds of the powerful. While rumors occasionally surface of Days who have broken their vows and shared their knowledge with their lords, such tales are rare. The order’s reputation for impartiality and unwavering dedication to their task remains largely unchallenged.
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