Throne of Moonfire

ient, these progenitors, their spirits wild, their forms etched with the primal hungers of a world still raw and untamed. In those forgotten epochs, when only mad gods bore witness, the First Races w

red with fate, fostering a gift of incandescent, untamable fire not upon the hands of gods or beasts, but from the fragile dust of the mortal coil. A new bloodline was birthed, marked

ey hunted the Moonfire, burying its lineage deep beneath layers of spilled blood and carefully constructed lies, hoping to eras

m the moons, patient and eternal, always finds its way back to the w

in the crucible of suffering and prophecy. Perhaps both are true, or neither matters more than the truth of what she carries. Within her veins hums the ancient, the

ace in a world grown dark under ancient law, then god and king, ancient beast and ageless