The Novalyran Chronicles

Prologue

Saladar’s armies surge across the eastern plains, like an ever flowing river. He already holds six of the nine provinces of Amrythia in his grasp, two of them follow him willingly. Half of Amrythia lay in ruin, the remaining provinces have scattered across the land, none have dared to send an army against Saladar; they simply run or fall to his will. How and were Saladar rose to power is unknown, all that is known that he was a Novalyran; an outcast who had risen up from The Darkest corner of Novalyra and single handedly shattered the Kingdoms of Amrythia and Novalyra.

With Novalyra in chaos he gained followers, and the once ordered and peaceful race grew corrupt, thus it was split into two provinces’ Necrolyra and Novalyra. The ruthless Necrolyrans slaughtered all innocence, leaving Novalyra in ruin, many spread across Amrythia, hiding and waiting. His main army garrisons in Infinium, beyond his tower. He struck down the Monarchy of Amrythia with ease. He now holds Infinium under martial law. He holds outposts across the many plains of Amrythia and seeks to control all of Novalyra.

Sixty three days ago, Saladar initiated a faction of elite warriors. Their purpose: to purge Amrythia of all remaining Novalyrans. The last remaining elder-Gavrianum has called upon all remaining Novalyrans to form an emergency council in a secret shrine beyond the lake of redemption. Elzeranova, a Novalyran apprentice and his master Kazien trek through the mountains, south of the lake of redemption; anxious of the meeting that is to come.