The Order of the Blade
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The kingdom of Zayrath was once gilded in gold and had the favor of Nyrae, the Goddess of Fire. Their throne was carved in marble, and their crown forged of gold by dragonfire; and House Dreakharn ruled it all. Until Nyrae took it all from them and left them with nothing but ruin and the Order of the Blade.
Centuries after the fall, and a bloody war over the Isles-House Dreakharn is preparing to make their move to bring glory back to Zayrath. And with the Order of the Blade still defending them, they may just succeed.
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