The ancient city of Ondritch sprawls vast, extending well beyond the hoary circled wall that surrounds its heart. It stands as Talt's eldest settlement, built ere memory by the enigmatic figure Ondr.

Ondritch thrives as a bastion of learning and artistry, drawing travelers from distant lands to its myriad academies.

Through the ages, artifacts unearthed within its depths have enriched humanity's understanding of language, governance, culture, and other arcane lore. The city's very name echoes frequently within these relics, though the reason remains obscured.

Many secret orders reside within the labyrinthine streets of the city. The Black Seed monks weave a tapestry of mystery, claiming that the smoke of their namesake bestows visions of boundless wisdom. Yet, discerning truth from mere reverie proves a daunting task, as dreams and visions intertwine like threads upon a loom.

In this vibrant metropolis, music becomes the heartbeat of the city, echoing through its cobbled streets as bards spread symphonies of love and loss, crafting a tale of the soul that resonates in the hearts of all who call Ondritch home.

Ondritch

Rothrick looms as a figure both dreaded and despised in Meadjoy, the capital city of West Talt. His ascent to the throne was steeped in treachery and deceit. As the son of Rotherly, rightful heir to the crown following the downfall of House Ren, Rothrick could never emulate his father's beloved reputation or compassionate demeanor. Instead, the prince succumbed to alcohol and grew increasingly hostile toward everyone, particularly the white-cloaked porters of House Roth, who bestowed upon him his derogatory moniker.

Cousin to the late King Renwick, Rothrick's reputation as a man of unyielding will and questionable morality stood in stark contrast to his kin. Decades ensnared in the clutches of addiction had left him morally ambiguous, his chaotic nature ill-suited to the solemn responsibilities of rulership. Yet, it was not his ambition that drove him ever forward, but rather the influence of another who held sway over the prince.

In the shadows of the court, Cladren, high porter to House Roth, whispered words of poison and conspiracy into Rothrick's willing ear. Together, they plotted the assassination of Rotherly and his closest advisors, clearing the path for Rothrick's ascension to the throne. With blood on his hands and a crown within reach, Rothrick cast aside any semblance of honor, accusing Cladren publicly of regicide and condemning him to the headsman's axe.

Thus, through cunning and cruelty, Rothrick seized the mantle of kingship, a ruler born not of wisdom, but of malevolence and recklessness. His reign would be marked by tales of treachery and the clangor of swords, a dark chapter in the kingdom's history. May the gods have mercy on our souls, for we are bound now to a monarch whose heart knows only the darkness of his own desires.

Rothrick The Recalcitrant

Sasha Of Grenn

The reign of King Renwick III shall be remembered as a turbulent chapter marked by defiance and tragedy. A young monarch of the noble House Ren, Renwick bore the weight of his lineage with solemn grace yet harbored a reluctance to embrace the bonds of matrimony, despite the urgings of his court.

In a fateful gathering at Aecor, a historic garrison town surrounded by forest, King Renwick summoned his loyal subjects, drawing the bulk of his army to witness an unprecedented proclamation. With a decree that echoed through the ages, he forged an alliance with House Brisk, a name long estranged from the chronicles of our royalty. Lordknight Brisk was elevated to a station within the esteemed Royal Family, breaking a silence that had endured for centuries.

But as the cry of allegiance rang through the forest, a chilling dissent swept through the ranks. One by one, a thousand men, sworn to Renwick's service, turned their backs on their king. In a sudden eruption of treachery, they pivoted back with blades drawn, charging forth with a ferocity that rent the very fabric of our kingdom's honor.

The Wildflower Knights, stalwart defenders of Renwick's crown, found themselves torn asunder like fragile daisy chains before the onslaught of their own brethren. Amidst the chaos, the young king, surrounded by those he trusted most, met his untimely end as the blades of mutiny pierced all in their path.

Thus, with a heavy heart, we record the tragic demise of King Renwick III, The last of House Ren. May his memory serve as a cautionary tale for generations yet unborn, lest the shade of treachery darken our realm once more

Aecor

The demise of the young monarch, Renwick III, by the hands of his own soldiers initiates a sequence of events that mark the beginning of a new era.

Five mutineers venture east, threading through perilous mountains to forge new loyalties. Meanwhile, a highborn girl uncovers ancient truths in the isolated reaches of a northern realm.

As the kingdom teeters on the brink of chaos, a dissolute prince schemes to seize power from his own blood. Amidst the sprawling green lands of West Talt, a tapestry of deceit and destiny unfolds, shaping a new age of revenance.

Aecor

Ages of Revenance

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