Eluvemar

 

Welcome to Eluvemar

  Eluvemar was never meant to be a world. It was a moon, broken when it was flung across the void with the children of the Titans; stranded and lost. By all odds, they should have vanished forever, but instead they grew, endured, and in time became the gods of their own broken realm.   Now, two suns watch overhead, three moons drift through the nights, and somewhere between storms and starlight, monsters and mortals carve out what life they can.   The gods may no longer walk the land openly, but their echoes remain. In dreams, in storms, in the crackle of Magi-Tech and the ache of old stone.  

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The Current State of Things

  The divine ages have come and gone, each leaving a unique wound and a story to be told.   Long ago, a mortal rebellion rose in a whisper called The Silent Voice. They believed the gods had no right to rule the world they had shaped. So they planned to steal divinity itself, and they succeeded. Silas, the god of knowledge and invention, was lured, captured, and believed slain. In grief and rage, the divine withdrew and left only echoes behind. What was whole, they fractured. Maps turned to dust. The old kingdoms faded into myth.   Now, only two continents are truly known — Rhycullun and Krimuven — and both still carry the weight of that betrayal.  

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Lost History and Forgotten Lands

  There may be other continents, hidden by storms and time. Long ago, the gods tore Eluvemar apart, binding coasts with divine rifts so that no kingdom could ever rise united to challenge them again. Now, the scrolls of the old world crumble into myth, and even the bravest sailors find only ruin and riddles at the edge of the maps. Many who drift too far become stories themselves — lost to the deep and to time.   Yet somewhere beyond the ruin, the truth might still linger. And some souls will always chase it.  

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Dear Adventurers...

  Eluvemar does not care about your bloodline, your crown, or your prayers. It remembers you by the choices you make and the scars you leave behind.   Step carefully. Dream loudly. And if you find the gods watching — ask yourself who is dreaming whom.   This is Eluvemar. Where old wounds breathe, and everything has a cost.