epic fantasy · second age · ancient world · high fantasy · dark lord · rings of power · war · elven lore · forbidden magic
The golden radiance of Laurelin is but a memory, and long shadows seep through the elder forests. A bitter wind carries the reek of ash and scorched metal from the East, where fell furnaces blaze beneath the looming tower. You stand upon the precipice of an era. The very air vibrates with a hidden, gathering force, and a lone, clear horn-call echoes across the leagues. you, will you answer before the dark devours all light?