AARIUS GRAIL The Last StoneCipher | By @WendyyWolfe
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It was whispered throughout the Marvelous Kingdoms of Elidurre that no grave could hold the bones of Horeg.
Always on the lips of talebearers, whether in story or song, Horeg's bones always defied their final resting place.
Such as the awful reasons for this remained hidden, so also the exceptionally good reasons for finding out, and herein springs this recital once more, for Horeg's bones must tell their Saga from the beginning. As they always do.
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Aarius Grail has a destiny, though it is completely unknown to him.
All he has are the dying words of his mother as he is taken into captivity along with all the children of a gentle people, The Grells.
A force of evil has taken the Marvelous Kingdoms and only one type of magic can reclaim the world of Elidurre. A magic that renders all other magic null. Written on the bones of an ancient master of magic, they lie hidden, waiting to be found by the only one able to understand their immense power.
Journey with the troops of Riagon Nor to find this one and only hope, as they battle the wicked arcane of mages intent to keep their hold on the Kingdom of Elidurre, to find the Orator Ymoso, the leader of the Fae like people who have inhabited Elidurre for ages past.
A dwindling civilization.
The rising evil of Medgar's Alliance.
A King with a wayward daughter.
And the Mercenary Soldiers of Riagon Nor's Oath.
The path will be difficult for Aarius as he searches for his place in a world he was taken from and discovers the truth about who he is along with the ones who vow to help him. Together they will fight to restore the Kingdoms of Elidurre to its first glory!
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⚠️Themes such as language, vengeance, references to captivity, death, blood, battles depicting weapons fighting and or magic.
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