Eiden Myr: A land in the shape of a man floating upon the sea. A realm of jeweled plains where the wind keens in eerie song, of nightstone mountains veined with whispers, of dark wet woods and marshes where weird lights burn and weeping trees are older than memory. It has been protected for generations by the practice of magecraft: wordsmiths, illuminators, and binders working in triads to render castings with illuminated manuscripts. At its storm-swept head is the fastness of the highest triads—the Ennead.

Welcome to this place. May the spirits guide you on your journey.