Spellbound

In a world of ever-lasting darkness, a spark is formed. That spark is what ignites the engine, revs the motor and turns the wheels. Lightness introduces life, and life persists in revolutionary gateways. There’s a center to each body, and each body is cradled by the warm, loving hands of a divine heart. The body sails, glides and evolves. The light aids in its prosperity, but light always breeds darkness. And darkness is everywhere, all the time.

Across the vicious waves is a land of grief and splendor. Bloodshed is common, and the battles never cease, yet the dueling societies thrive all the same. The lush forest terrain of the continent Eneshall is the world’s one bright light on the surface. Aside from harboring the entirety of the elven population, it retains the strongest elven kingdom known to man. The Kingdom Xyrizzin (Z-eh-r-eh-z-in) has stood wars from mislead elven brethren to the heathenistic devils from across the sea. The kingdom has lasted all throughout the ages and is over 400 years old. It is said to be the Land of Favor from the Gods, as they always smile down on the praiseworthy development of their flourishing nation. Xyrizzin has maintained victories and advancement beyond the scope of their adversaries, so much that Xyrizzin has conquered almost half of the territory within the largest continent on the planet. With the King’s influence, the Xyrizzin Empire is a sanctuary to the masses and a terror to other nations. The people are passionate about their service to the Empire and are willing to throw themselves into battle just as the loyal guardsman patrolling the colossal battlements. However, fate has decreed a modification to Xyrizzin’s list of achievements and the loyalty of the people’s hearts.

The Xyrizzin Empire, the jewel of elven society, is under siege.

Time heals all wounds, but the scars marring the pristine, gold-lined and florally designed castle walls expresses a time seething with animosity and blood-lust that shan’t waver. All the world will be forever marked with this stain on society. Yet, Xyrizzin stands strong, all through the festering tyranny, a pivotal death determining national relations, a growing, global threat and the reveal of forbidden knowledge to mere common folk. Xyrizzin has survived it all and continues to persevere.

A mysterious, spherical light source found the peak of the church within Xyrizzin’s castle walls in 57 p.c., and it loiters there with elusive peculiarity. At first, it is seen as an intrusion and treated as an attack on the nation, but with its docile nature and spiritual likeness, the glowing, golden orb is quickly believed to be a blessing from the Gods, bestowing good fortune and prosperity to the land.

In the year 212 p.c., centuries after millions of deaths caused by a series of bloody wars, the Xyrizzin Kingdom is blessed with the birth of the Princess. She holds within her the tie between the people and the kingdom, as they declared their undying loyalty when the golden sphere mysteriously disappeared just as Princess T’vehl (Sha-v-el) was birthed. She is the people’s voice and their inspiration. She is the King’s treasured counsel and his beloved younger sister. Princess T’vehl now holds the fate of the kingdom, as without her, it would surely crumble–though even with the ray of light within Xyrizzin, the trials of the dark ages test the morals and priorities of individuals everywhere, from humans to elves, animals to supernatural beasts, and the living to the dead. What lies ahead will mark the planet Tallphyria in a drastic and possibly fatal way, leaving little hope for the mortals who inhabit her.