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In the gritty streets of Kallzara, a small wayside town where light barely touches the alleys, Revan Sorna survives by his wits—and by magic long forbidden. With the help of a shadowy tome found in forgotten ruins beneath the city, Revan can summon shadows to deceive and distract, but such power comes with a price: shadows cannot be created from nothing, and his own is lazy and stubborn, testing his patience at every turn.

Revan’s partner in crime, Cassie, is a clever con artist with a talent for ice magic and a convincing lost-girl act. Together, they make a perfect team, surviving by picking pockets, pulling cons, and running from those who would see their kind dead or worse.

Tonight’s target is an easy mark: a drunken sailor leaving The Golden Pig tavern. But when Revan’s swift theft is interrupted by a brutal punch, the simple job spirals into something far more dangerous—and far more personal.

As dark secrets from the ruins threaten to surface and enemies close in, Revan and Cassie must rely on their skills, their magic, and each other to survive. But in a town where shadow magic is heresy and trust is a currency rarer than gold, survival might just mean losing everything.

Where Shadows Walk

Location: The Broken Spire — a long-abandoned watchtower straddling fractured leyline pathsTime: Dusk, with stormclouds gathering over distant ridgelines

The scholar stood at the edge of the crumbling balcony, watching lightning flicker across the valley.

Kael emerged from the shadowed stairwell, cloak soaked and boots caked in ash.

"We're not the only ones who want to stop her," Kael said, tossing a sigil onto the war table."The Freebinders sent their mark. They'll listen. For now."

A Gathering Begins

The room filled slowly—one by one, new faces stepped from the dark:

A former Accord Enforcer with blood still on her hands and doubts in her eyes.

A Veilborn exile, glyph-burned and silent, eyes glowing with fractured insight.

A Sable Mire scout, the last of her kind, bearing a deep wound and a deeper grudge.

Each bore a different scar of the Crown's legacy.

The Scholar Speaks

The scholar unrolled a new map across the table — drawn from Thaleon's hidden pages and the Watcher's visions.

"She's claimed a fragment," they said quietly."And the next one will not fall so easily — not if we move first."

"We don't have the numbers.We don't have the power.But we have something else."

"We still have the will to stop her."

The Flame Rekindled

Around the table, heads dipped. Hands tightened over blades and glyphs.

The war for the Hollow Crown had fractured nations, twisted loyalties, and burned through old truths.

But now, a new force stirred in the dark — not born of conquest or prophecy.

Fires in the Dark