Chapter 01 - Fall of Harksheide
In its prime, Harksheide was not just a dominion — it was a symbol. A shimmering beacon carved into the earth like a gem, whose light dared to rival the stars above. Beneath vaulted domes of dwarven steel, elven glass, and human masonry, the three noble races had forged a society unparalleled in elegance and unity. Towering spires shaped by ancient magic pierced the cavern ceilings, capturing the glow of sun-stones that mimicked daylight. Runes of peace, etched into stone by High Artificers, once pulsed gently throughout the city, sustaining harmony and holding back corruption. But power, even when used for good, casts long shadows. It is said that Harksheide’s doom began with a whisper — a whisper that slithered between cracks in the ancient stone. Molloch, the exiled warlock, had once been a student of the Arcane Concord, a neutral order of magical scholars housed in the city’s Astral Library. Ambitious and cunning, he delved too deeply into forbidden realms of death magic, lured b...