World Origin and Myth
“In a time beyond memory, the world cracked—not in fire or flood, but in silence, as if something vital was taken from its heart.”
The Dream that Binds the World
Before the world was divided by shadow and silence, it was shaped by the Dreamer—a great and ancient being known only as Namsae, the iMoogi. Born from the first breath of flame and sky, Namsae slumbered beneath the surface of the world, dreaming existence into being. From her dreams came the forests and rivers, the mountains and moonlight, the dragons and the mortal races.
The people of the world once lived in quiet harmony with the flame at the world’s heart. That harmony shattered long ago.
No one agrees on exactly what happened. Some say the sun was stolen. Others whisper that the Heartroot—the sacred pulse of life—was cut away in the night. Some even claim that dragons betrayed their own, or that a dark bargain was struck beneath the earth in blood and shadow.
Whatever the truth, the consequences were undeniable: the sky dimmed, the balance faltered, and what followed was a slow unweaving of the world. Magic grew unstable. Night lengthened. The gods fell silent.
And Namsae… began to stir.
Rise of Ironspire
From the wreckage of forgotten kingdoms rose a city of flame and ash, stone and steam: Ironspire. Built atop the fractured ley lines and dragon-blooded caverns of the old world, Ironspire became a refuge, a fortress, and a beacon of grim hope. It is a city of secrets—part miracle, part machine, and part mistake.
Its people do not remember what came before. Not fully. Some say the city itself chooses what is forgotten. That it whispers lies into the minds of those who grow too close to truth. Others blame the passage of time. Or madness.
What they do know is this: the world is broken. The Flame persists. And if the Dreamer truly wakes, all things may be unmade… or reborn.
The Flame Rekindles
Scattered across the realm, omens flare to life:
- A red moon bleeds over Ironspire.
- The whisper of the Heartroot returns to ancient groves.
- Ghosts of the old world speak in forgotten tongues.
- And dragons—long thought myth—have begun to stir in the clouds.
It is said the Dreamer’s ember has passed into the world again, reborn into mortal flesh. A child of fire, forged by fate. Some call her Flame. Others call her doom.
What remains certain is this: the world is at a precipice. And whether salvation or shadow rises next, it will begin in Ironspire.
“The world is made of dreams—and nightmares. To walk the Ember Path is to awaken them both.”
See also: Namsae, Ironspire, The Heartroot, The Flame, The Noctari, The Ember Throne.