A world suspended at the edge of nothing
The light remembers one history. The dark remembers another.
The Virtuous Gods wove Luxaria from nothing. Then the Fallen claimed their creation and ignited two centuries of divine war—or so the official history says. With every god who died, a star went dark.
The black wounds in the night sky remain as the Fallen Constellations.
The Primordials served neither Light nor Darkness. When the war threatened reality, they isolated the battlefield in a violent burst of elemental power and divided its enemies across separate planes.
What had been a world became a crater suspended inside the Void.
Luxaria ceased to be a boundless world. It became a gigantic crater floating alone inside the spatial darkness of the Void, a frozen dimension haunted by ancient and hungry things.
Its mirrored peaks pierce Luxaria above and below like a cosmic needle. The climb demands thirty days, but divine magic turns every mortal back at the halfway point. Only the Ten Eternals may cross that boundary.
Where Atria’s beam meets the High Heavens, the victors of the Divine War hold court. Two of their thrones stand cold.
The Supreme Judge
God of justice and light. Leader of the gods and king of the High Heavens.
He has a particular fondness for warriors. His deepest desire is for soldiers to fall upon the battlefield with honour and dignity, earning a place beside him through the strength of their swords.
Each year, the Eternals reach the summit to receive the gods’ commands.
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The Golden Paladin
Every beacon marks a city, a realm, a wild or a sea. Choose one to read the land beneath it, then fly low over the cities.
The First City
A tiered city of white marble and gold at Atria’s foot. On Halo Day, every road in Luxaria ends here—and every certainty begins to fracture.
ThreatSanctified
Gal DomaThe Lawless Gate
A rain-black pirate island between two seas. No crown, god, or Eternal rules its markets—only fear, leverage, and the law of the tide.
ThreatExtreme
Aparthea SeaThe Hungry Water
Luxaria’s largest and most violent ocean: abyssal, monster-haunted, and broken by vortices capable of swallowing galleons whole.
ThreatUnforgiving
The Walled Crossroads
A sovereign high-fantasy citadel at the crossroads of the Mainland, defended by colossal walls and an independent crown.
ThreatGuarded
MarivanCity of Elves
Luxaria’s radiant capital of beauty and arcane study. Its marble towers hide a culture sharpened by status, perfection, and an old hatred of Barun.
ThreatPolished
BarunThe Steel Threshold
An anti-magic fortress straddling the great eastern bridge. Here discipline, steel, and raw strength answer Marivan’s arcane pride.
ThreatMilitant
The First City
A tiered city of white marble and gold at Atria’s foot. On Halo Day, every road in Luxaria ends here—and every certainty begins to fracture.
ThreatSanctified
VIIIMortals at the faultline
They arrive in Escalond carrying storms, secrets, living ink, forbidden gods, and debts the world was built to conceal.
The Storm Caller
Half-Elf · Marivan · Age 22
The air around him hums with static. When the storm he hides behind a marble-still face slips its leash, lightning answers his electric-blue eye.
“Perfection is just a cage with better tailoring.”
The Fortune Teller
Tiefling · Al’ Haif · Age 27
A worn tarot deck and a hand quicker than any eye. His cards fan out to read what the fates would rather hide, or to weave the illusions Escalond’s wealthy pay to believe.
“The cards never lie. People make that mistake for them.”
The Mountain Monk
Half-Goliath · Twilight Grove · Age 32
Six mountain spirits live in his tattoos. Each mark hums with primal magic and lends him the instinct, strength or swiftness of the wild.
“Move like the avalanche. Stand like the mountain.”
The Void Hunter
Eternal-blooded Human · Gal Doma · Age 31
Nyx’s blade cuts through dark magic as easily as its arcane shot shatters reality. Purple runes pulse along the steel, and an unnatural chill follows him.
“Every monster leaves a door behind it.”
The Soul Collector
Kobold · Ishan Island · Age 20
A tether between the mortal world and the realm of spirits. She weaves spirit energy through her arrows: mending a mortal wound one moment, loosing a fallen soul’s vengeance the next.
“Bravery is mostly tripping in the correct direction.”
The Living Mask
Variant Human · Alvelion · Age 24
A pact with a genie and a gift for finding what was lost. Ember, his silent raven, never leaves his shoulder while he takes a lie apart down to its last thread.
“Every lie leaves a shape. I only trace the edges.”
Millions of tons of water pour between those mountains and fall from the edge of the world in an eternal cataract, disappearing into the frozen darkness of the Void.
✦ Epilogue ✦
World created by Pete Katsafouros · Created by aristsap
The Voyage
A cinematic crossing of the whole world, from the Void to the waters that fall forever.