I
The Last City
You wake in Ashmoor as the bells ring. Fog on the walls, the Tide at the gates. Bind your first beast before the dark comes in.
THE SAGA OF THE BLOODSTONES
Every Legend Became Real
In the Hollow Realm, fear has weight. Every tale told long enough took a body. Now a storm called the Hollow Tide swallows a little more of the land each night, and only ground lit by a Bloodstone survives.
II
The Warlords
You carry Legaryn, the ancient bond that lets a mortal bind beasts. Few still do. Fewer survive it.
III
The Blood Pact
There are not enough Bloodstones for everyone. Swear an oath with other Warlords, feed your stones, and hold your ground.
IV
The Price
Every bond makes you stronger, and the Realm a little weaker. The Pale Horseman rides at the head of the Tide. Nobody knows what he wants.
