Ember Veil
"Before gods, there was fire. And it remembers"
Above the molten ridgelines of Ember Veil, where obsidian peaks pierce the sky and rivers of fire whisper in tongues long dead, dwell the Elders of Ember Veil. These colossal, sentient dragons are not just creatures of scale and flame—they are the last remnants of primordial memory, keepers of the first stories etched in ash and stone.
Each Elder is bound to an element of fate—some govern time, others watch over death, rebirth, or prophecy. Their wings stir the winds of change, and their fire burns not to destroy, but to preserve. In silence, they have watched empires fall, veils thin, and stars flicker out.
But now, something has shifted.
The Eclipse Ghouls rise, spreading decay beyond the ruins of Hollowbrook. The Veilbound Reapers grow restless, their harvests clouded by uncertainty. And the Wildborn Kin, once content to guard the wilds, begin to wander beyond their verdant borders.
The Elders sense the convergence—the fire dimming, the threads unraveling. And so, one by one, they rouse from their slumber, casting ancient eyes upon a world that dares forget its origins. Some will guide. Others will judge. But all will defend the legacy of flame against the storm to come.
They are not kings.
They are not gods.
They are Ember’s memory—and its wrath.