Drift through Velorynth
In Velorynth, every word shapes the world.
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To write is to alter the universe. Hidden beyond the veil of fractured mirrors and forgotten pages lies an unseen land caught between reality and reverie—a realm where ink runs deeper than blood, and every whisper carves a memory in time and earth. Here, secrets are sacred, words are power, and every mark becomes a legacy in time and earth.
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In Velorynth, reality is not fixed—it is fluid, ink-bound, and ever shifting. The Four Orders—Velastra, Nocthera, Orrakhel, and Elurelle—the four factions that govern Velorynth—the living, breathing archive of all things ever written, shape the world around them in distinctly unique ways. With every new piece of parchment, drop of ink, wax seal and recorded entry, they transform not only their history, but the landscape of Velorynth itself; the soil, roots, skies and mountains pulse with language. At the center of Velorynth lies the Scripture Nexus, a labyrinthine sanctum where all authored alterations converge—a heartbeat of parchment and stone.
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At the core of all creation is a binding emblem that unifies the Four Orders into one—the Embermark.
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But such power is not without consequence. For every line that heals, another may wound. For every story birthed, another may fade. The world of Velorynth is a fragile manuscript, perpetually rewritten and sculpted by the hands and minds of those willing to bear the weight of the Embermark—the Emberborn.
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The realm beyond the veil is not one of pure sanctuary, but one of eternal allegiance and responsibility. Once you choose one of the Four Orders and become an Emberborn, you swear unending oath of obedience and loyalty. You will be granted knowledge unlike any other, and given abilities that allow you to bend the physical realm solely through ink, parchment, quill, and seal.
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Will you bear the weight of the Embermark?
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Find your path. Discover your purpose. Alter your reality.
But choose wisely—your fate and the fate of Velorynth hinges on your decision.
The Four Orders
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Velastra
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The Harvesters—"truth bleeds in ink"
Velastra, the Order of Ink, do not merely record history—they summon it. The Velari are the scavengers of Velorynth's lifeblood—Nyrrin Ink. Found in the undergrounds of Velorynth lie the sacred Wells of Inkhar. The Velari are the only of the Four Orders capable of entering these wells to retrieve the flowing streams of ink. They collect, refine and grant powers to the ink through ritual, binding its essence into world-altering form. And with every incantation and chant spoken in the darkest recesses of the Wells of Inkhar, they breathe life where there was none, but descend one step further into darkness—until the ink flows from their very blood.
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Velari do not master ink—they become it.
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Nocthera​
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The Scribes—"in shadow, we speak"
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In the darkness of night, the truth is written. Nocthera, the Order of Quill, write what is spoken—no matter the cost. The Nocthryn are guided by moonlight and the unseen. They are the authors of silence and dream, and shift between shadow and physical form as they listen to the whispers, truths and lies of Velorynth. Without the Nocthryn, no history would endure, and no mind would contain morality or judgment. Their Nightspine quills come from the wings of the Umbramire—a giant beast dwelling in the shadow realm only the Nocthryn can transcend into. These quills
allow them to transcribe what others fear: unrecorded sins, forgotten names, fractured minds, forbidden rites, and the truths long discarded. If it happened, the Nocthryn have heard. ​​​​​
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Nocthera vanish as a shadow and emerge as its voice.
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Orrakhel​
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The Sealers—"what is sealed cannot be undone"
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With unparalleled command, Orrakhel—the Order of Wax, command permanence of history—of law, fate, and truth through a ritual of eternal binding. The Orranox stamp their decree on every document, decree, poem and written parchment. Their seal is a sacred symbol of power, and the bronze rings worn on their fingers press this energy directly into wax. A scroll sealed by the Orranox does not simply exist—it becomes reality. Oaths are held through generations. Names erased by their mark are never spoken again. Even the terrain bends to their command: rivers reroute, mountains bow, and time holds its breath. These finite number of bronze instruments of power, forged in the Crucible of Accord, shape every corner of Velorynth in unimaginable ways. Only the fiercest of souls becomes Orranox—the wielders of immense authority, because it comes with a price: with every seal, they lose a part of themselves to Velorynth. To seal fate is to erase your own. To alter the world is to vanish from it.​​
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Orranox do not command destiny—they harness and bind to it.
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Elurelle
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The Keepers—"what is written, endures"
Where others write to harvest, etch and seal, Elurelle, the Order of Scroll, exist to remember. The task of the Elurium is sacred: to record all that is, all that was, and all that must be remembered, lest the world forget itself into ruin. The Elurium believe that memory is the spine of the realm, and to lose even a fragment is to unravel the body of Velorynth. Their scrolls are woven from Threadleaf parchment and etched with the living Nyrrin ink from the Wells of Inkhar. Every record—whether whispered confession, vanishing dream, or dying breath, is meticulously transcribed and placed in the Chronicles of Enduring Time—a labyrinth of ever-growing memories in the Velorynth Atheneum in the Scripture Nexus. To be Elurelle is to bear the memory of existence. For what is not remembered cannot be healed. And what is not recorded never truly existed.
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Elurium do not remember—they are the memory itself.