The World of More Than Me.
The world is vast, filled with towering crystal spires, ancient rune-marked halls, and villages nestled between rolling fields. Each place holds its own secrets—some welcoming, others treacherous, and a few that shape destinies.
From the humble farmlands of Freymount, where dreams of something greater first take root, to the looming grandeur of the Spire, where riders and dragons train under unyielding tradition, every step forward is a step into the unknown.
Magic hums in the air, embedded in the walls, the runes, and the very foundations of power. Some places are built to inspire, others to control. And some? Some are waiting for those brave enough to rewrite their purpose.
Where will the journey lead?
Freymount
Freymount is a place of golden fields and quiet routines, nestled beneath towering mountains that seem to hold the sky itself. The wheatgrass sways with the rhythm of the wind, and the river sparkles in the distance, carrying whispers of a world far beyond the valley.
To those who live here, Freymount is home—a life of steady work, warm suppers, and simple comforts. But to some, it is a cage, its rolling fields stretching endlessly, yet never quite reaching the horizon.
Here, stories of dragons are just that—stories. And yet, the past lingers in the soil, in the whispers of the wind, in the watchful silence of the night.
For those who listen closely, Freymount is more than a quiet village. It is the edge of something greater. A place where dreams take root, waiting for the right moment to rise.
Crystal Spire
The Crystal Spire rises like a jagged shard of light, its faceted surface shifting in color as the sun moves across the sky. A place of power, tradition, and mystery, it stands as both a fortress and a symbol—rooted in ancient magic and bound by runes that hum with energy.
Within its towering halls, dragons and riders train, their futures shaped by lessons carved into the very walls. The air here vibrates with history, with the echoes of those who came before and the weight of what is yet to come.
But the Spire is more than a stronghold. It is alive in its own way, responding to those who walk its corridors, revealing only what it chooses to those who listen. For some, it is a home. For others, a prison. And for a few—those who dare to challenge its purpose—it is the start of something greater.