Dive with your players on the table into the world of Velrasin
As the Nameless-One try to enslave it’s very Soul
Give your players an epic Adventure
They’re not soon Forget!
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Unique NPC
Every location has its own unique npc’s for you to use in your own adventures
Amazing Scenery
Five different areas so far with kingdoms, cities and spatial locations for your players to explore
Backstories
Stories to inspire you and expand the lore of the world
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Welcome to the World of Velrasin
In the world of Velrasin, creation itself was born in conflict. The ancient god Morius shaped the boundaries of existence yet never ceased battling the shadows coiling around him- the Nameless One, as old as he, who sought to strip all creation of free will.
For 20,000 years, the ages collapsed into one another like breaking waves, each ushering in a new war as a strange, living mist rose from the earth shifting the borders between the Shadow Realm, and the gray in-between worlds known as the Void, where thoughts and longings can stir into power.
The ancient races fought to command the mist, to bend it to their will, but the true battle that shaped history was for the souls of mortals. After eight thousand years of relentless war, the servants of the Nameless One, the dark pantheon, managed to carve a new order. A world where humans the youngest and most vulnerable to corruption race were crowned rulers over all others, and kingdoms were forged to cage freedom beneath laws of power and hollow honor.
Eruthis
“They must never know my past for the sake of my child and, more importantly – for the sake of the world!“
Gilnay
“I’m better than the lot of em’s ratchet dogs at the thieves guild. I’ll get my magic stone and the filthy beast folk scum you’ll see!”
Demarcos
“I’ll never give my honor to that dwarf noblewoman. I will protect the city even from itself or all will be lost!”
The kingdom of Kunmar
The Kingdom of Kunmar is an ancient, wild land, wrapped in vast evergreen forests where sunlight struggles to pierce the towering green canopy. Scattered between the monumental trees lie wooden villages and fortified stone cities, rising like distant islands in a sea of green.
Over this kingdom rules the humans, who cemented their dominion through iron, law, and blood. Elves and beastfolk toil beneath them, bound by an ancient tradition proclaimed as the land’s “natural order.” Thus stands Kunmar, a kingdom that praises freedom from its high walls, yet keeps it jealously reserved for those born on the right side of the chains.
Fen Janis
“I must deliver this notice to my king, the royal family is in danger and yet that stupid beast of a horse can’t stop getting me lost, that damn good for nothing-aahh!“
Amris de Januk
“It is not over, the traitor shell suffer my rath and my queen shell be brought in to this world, as I spit on the saint’s name it shell be done!”
Nurek Lavon
“my sword shell find the pirate who stole my bride’s heart if it’s the last thing it shall do, full canvas, set sail to OSHILL!”
The city of Eluviar
The shadowed jewel of the kingdom of Oshil rises along the western shores of the Foralback Sea. The immense city is divided into power-spheres that feel like separate worlds unto themselves. This is a city that survived the great war of the Third Age and the fall of the Demi-Gods yet the Saint Sandor Black still feels the tremor beneath the stones. To him, the ancient enemy merely slept; she did not vanish. People disappear without a trace, rumors whisper of a hidden world woven between the shadows, and at times the streets themselves seem to watch the ones who walk them. Eluviar is a beautiful, decayed and dangerous city holding its breath, waiting to see it’s fate….
