Chapter The Nine Rivers
The Nine Rivers
From the veins of Ennea—the Soulheart—flow the Nine Rivers, ever winding through the timeless Gardens and far below them in the Endless Dark. The Veilweave tapestry rebuilds—piece by piece—as those who shape its fate rise and fall from power.
Though the world of Elendria survived a Shattering nearly a millennia ago, the Rivers of the Nine endure. Far from the seeing eye, they flow, moving time and souls and destiny towards ends and futures yet unknown.
On Ennea’s favored continent, Daesmoria, life survives in the ruins of the Broken Era—crawling upwards from the ash and dust of sundered magic. Nature claims the Skyborn throne—thriving, evolving, learning. Taking what was small and giving it a voice.
The Cycles come. Water freezes in the Ice, thaws in Fire, turns to rot within the Dark, then bursts with life in Growth—eternal rhythms sweeping over the remnants of the Gardens to test all those within.
The Emerald Moores expand their lazy stretch into the tundras, and the earth shivers as its mountains wax and wane. The ground thirsts, breathes—and with each quake, its ribs spear higher and higher towards what was once the Skyglass.
In these jutting Spines, the Nine Rivers seek a new beginning, cradling a temple lost to time and memory. Nameless, now. Abandoned. Yet, a fated power stirs within.
The winds awaken, clouds gathering above. The Spines stand tall, a faceless witness to these winds of change. Watching. Waiting. Ready.
Far beneath, these winds encircle a pair of riders cloaked in runes and magic. Big men—warriors Elendria has named its legends.
One covered in scars with skin like falling dusk—Zarrek, the Bloodletter—holds a battleaxe half his size at the ready to face any looming threat.
The other carries the title of Resh’Agar—the Arm of the Void. A heavy shadow lingers in his azure eyes, as though that gaze has seen too much over passing centuries. He casts wards to keep the moaning winds at bay.
When these gusts nearly push them from a cliff, they take refuge behind shattered stone.
And from behind the Veilweave, the world—Ennea—watches as fate takes an unexpected turn…