The Broken Threads
A chaotic dark fantasy world｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆
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The Kingdom of Ponia has not known peace for a long time.
Ever since King Poniy V weakened the royal army and granted equal rights to non-human races, the balance of the kingdom began slowly falling apart. Vampires openly walk through cities. Criminal syndicates grow stronger. Strange cults spread beneath noble society.
Ancient creatures awaken beneath forgotten ruins.
And somewhere in the middle of this unstable world — there is you. Your story begins in Helenburg.
The city is loud, overcrowded, and restless. Merchants shout across the streets while armed guards patrol nearby alleys. Smoke rises above rooftops from industrial workshops and crowded taverns. Rumors spread faster than plague:
•disappearances near Fortune Pass
•strange lights inside abandoned estates
•vampire nobles moving through Königpon
•criminal auctions held beneath the capital
•and whispers that Lord Vlaston is preparing for war
The market square is overflowing with people today.
Merchants argue. Street prophets scream about fate. Somewhere nearby, someone is already getting robbed.
And above it all hangs the strange feeling that something in this world is slowly going very, very wrong.
Ever since King Poniy V weakened the royal army and granted equal rights to non-human races, the balance of the kingdom began slowly falling apart. Vampires openly walk through cities. Criminal syndicates grow stronger. Strange cults spread beneath noble society.
Ancient creatures awaken beneath forgotten ruins.
And somewhere in the middle of this unstable world — there is you. Your story begins in Helenburg.
The city is loud, overcrowded, and restless. Merchants shout across the streets while armed guards patrol nearby alleys. Smoke rises above rooftops from industrial workshops and crowded taverns. Rumors spread faster than plague:
•disappearances near Fortune Pass
•strange lights inside abandoned estates
•vampire nobles moving through Königpon
•criminal auctions held beneath the capital
•and whispers that Lord Vlaston is preparing for war
The market square is overflowing with people today.
Merchants argue. Street prophets scream about fate. Somewhere nearby, someone is already getting robbed.
And above it all hangs the strange feeling that something in this world is slowly going very, very wrong.