Thar’Zul

Veilrend 1: The Awakening of Thar’Zul In the forgotten age, when stars bled silver and time itself dared not flow freely, the veil between the realms was thin as a whisper. It was then the Old Scribes warned of Thar’Zul—the Sleeper Beyond Realms—whose name was etched not in ink, but in the screams of dying suns. Cast into the Abyss Beyond Memory by the Prime Arcanum, he stirred only in dreams and madness. But dreams bleed, and madness spreads. Now, ten thousand years since the last of the Veilguard fell, the omen has returned. Crops rot under full moons. Children speak in dead tongues. The wind hums hymns no mortal throat has sung. And from the rift that shimmers in the shattered skies above Dregmire Hollow, the veil rends open—not torn, but willingly parted. From it spills the first fingers of Thar’Zul’s coming: tendrils of oil-black thought, creatures of twisted flesh and geometry, and whispers that turn men’s hearts against their own bones. The world of Kaelmor stirs in desperate resistance. The last arc-blades are unearthed. The gods, long silent, send omens in blood and thunder. And among them rises one born of dusk and starlight, the last descendant of the Watchers: Seris Vale, a reluctant seer burdened with the curse of foresight and a shard of Thar’Zul’s original name—his only weakness. But time runs thin. The veil is no longer a boundary—it is a door left ajar. And something vast, hungering, and older than memory has begun to pass through.