Narramor is a land of intrigues, corporations, rival houses, forgotten places and buried schemes, but also of safe havens, stubborn kindness, and fragile beauty.

Most adventurers arrives unremarkable.
Poorly equipped. Slightly afraid. And hoping that today won’t be the day everything goes wrong.

Factions rule through rigid hierarchies, unchanged for generations.
Power resists. The world endures.
Until enough people begin pushing in the same direction.
Then even the oldest structures start to crack.

Ancient ruins stand where they have stood for centuries, silent witnesses to countless failed ambitions and a few accidental victories.

Not everything becomes legend.
But nothing truly disappears.

A single deed is unlikely to doom the world.
Or save it.
Which is probably for the best.