[17/08/2026] Daily Art Drop
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"We do not pray to the sky. The sky forgot us long ago. We pray to the stone beneath our feet, because the stone remembers everyone who has ever bled into it." – A Dark Elf miner, overheard in the deep tunnels beneath Glimmermoor The Ones Who Stayed Somewhere
"You can still hear her singing on nights when the fog comes in off the coast. The queen who ruined us. She weeps upon a throne that isn't there anymore, in a palace that belongs to the Phazani now. And the roses in the garden still grow
Information NameRavenna Ironfang WorldFantastiska BirthdateUnknown AgeApproximately 340 (turned in her early thirties) RaceNoctyran Afflicted (formerly human) RoleStrong faction war-captain and enforcer; keeper of the Ironfang legacy; foremost martial champion of Noctyra AffiliationThe Strong (the Noctyran faction advocating Afflicted supremacy and the spread of the Sanguis Maledictus); claims spiritual and
"We did not bring new gods. We showed you the gods that were already here." – From the teachings of Ilyrianah, recorded in the Caldorian Mangrove Scrolls [IN-WORLD LORE] The Children of the Balance Before the gods had names and before mortals built empires, there were two primordial
"The humans ride mammoths because they are too small to walk through the drifts. The trolls walk because they are too proud to ride. The fomorians walk because the mammoths are too small to carry them. We all arrive at the same place. That is Dálvi." – A troll
"Lhakira meditates. The Tribelands raid. We stand between them and do neither. We hold the gates, we grow the grain, and we wait for the day one side or the other decides we've outlived our usefulness." – Marshal Daegon Joravaar, addressing the Jade Council after a Tribelander