Tales From Orvale

For centuries, upon the land once called Ith, now known as Orvale, humankind was haunted by its eternal nemesis — the Vampires. The cycle of despair seemed endless. Kings, appointed by frightened peasants, rose only to be found lifeless in their chambers — their blood drained, their bodies pale husks. Entire villages vanished overnight, consumed by the hunger of their betters. Then came the discovery of Glamour. Glamour — the hidden radiance within the human soul, a pure and incorruptible light. A magic not borrowed from gods or demons, but born of mankind itself. With its brilliance, the Vampiric legions were driven into the shadows. Kingdoms flourished. Cities rekindled. The world bathed once more in a Golden Age of human triumph. But peace is the frailest light of all. In the free city of Larkhelm, where scholars weave sunlight into mirrors and machines, whispers of conspiracy spread. And now, with the revelation of a new power — one neither wholly light nor dark — the question returns: How long can the Golden Age endure… before the light itself turns against its maker?