Bluehaven
Green hills, gentle sheep, the smell of a fire that never quite goes out. Home — what's left of it.
THE LANDS
Five isles. Each one its own world.
The Outpost Shore
Sea-battered cliffs where Red watchtowers count every sail and an archer can outwait a tide.
The Goblin Marsh
Half-bog, half-meadow, full of dynamite. The goblins live where no flag can be planted long enough to grow stale.
The Purple Woods
Moss-grown ruins under leaves so dense the sun arrives in scraps. The trees remember a different age.
The Black Fort
Iron walls and smelter chimneys. A barracks that forges soldiers faster than a sword can cut them down.
THE FACTIONS
Five banners. One that matters.
The Blue Order
Once a hundred strong, now just one. The last knight of Bluehaven carries the King's old sword and no shield he did not earn back.
The Red Crown
Captain Redmane's mercenaries — paid in gold, loyal to whoever pays more. They took the Banner because someone offered them enough.
The Goblin Marsh Clans
Wild little things with torches and dynamite. They follow no king. Redmane's gold rents their loyalty by the wave.
The Purple Woods
A clan as old as the trees. Their monks fight and heal with the same hand. They have no banner. They do not need one.
The Black Fort
A warlord state forged behind iron walls. The Fort answers to no king — until Redmane offered them a kingdom.
THE PEOPLE
Four lives across the isles.
The Knight
Last of the Blue Order
Carries the King's old sword. Says little. Hits hard. Eats stew.
Elder Mara
Bluehaven elder
Has buried two kings and three husbands. Watched dawn come red the morning the Banner fell. Sends you forward with a sword and questionable cooking advice.
Captain Redmane
Mercenary captain, Red Crown
Took the Banner. Charges into every fight first, runs from every consequence second. Cannot tell knights apart from fruit.
Goldhelm
The King's last guard
Survived the dawn by hiding in a thornbush. Reappears between battles to nod sagely and offer no actual help.