THE AETERNIUM
AN ARCHIVE OF TEXTS DISCOVERED THROUGHOUT TYRENFALL
Journal Entry
Unknown Date
Nytharion, Harbinger Of The Lightsworn
Before me rises an ancient wall of pine greens and scattered yellows, tall and unwavering. Relief, even joy, might fill me, if only my thoughts were clearer. Instead, they drift aimlessly, like the wandering fragments of a dream. It’s been three days, I think, since my stolen horse fell beneath me. The infection in my wound shows no sign of easing. If a wild beast were to find me now, I would not be strong enough to resist. My only remaining hope is to find other outcasts hidden among the steadfast sea of trees.
Lightsealed Scroll CCXCII
Nytharion, Harbinger Of The Lightsworn
Grave shall become womb and dark, forsaken places will be your light. For what is the sun without the shadow it casts upon us?
Personal Letter
Unknown Date
Nytharion, Harbinger Of The Lightsworn
My Dearest Mother,
Though I have grown and now walk my own path through the world, your soul and spirit guide me still. No number of seasons or turning years could ever change that simple truth.
You have been with me through every chapter of my life, from the early days when shadows hung heavy upon my spirit, to the brighter times when joy and adventure stirred once more in my heart. Even when I tried to shut the world out, your voice remained—a soft and steady song. I know now what I could not see then: you are one of the only people to ever truly know me. More than that, you have molded me into the man I am.
But the road has not always been straight. I’ve wandered, stumbled, and circled back more times than I can count. Yet through all of it, your arms remained open. With time, I found my footing again. I breathed easier. I stood taller. I remembered who I was and who I wished to become, thanks to you.
Though my path now leads me even further from your side, I will carry your light joyfully into the dark places I will find myself. Your love will be my shield and your wisdom will be my sword. And when it is all over, I will return to your embrace once more.
With all my love,
Vithar
Journal Entry
28th of Elderflame, 2E 196
Nytharion, Harbinger Of The Lightsworn
My world is violent. Cruel. Unjust. Ever since I lost my father, a light inside me went out. A fire I tried again and again to rekindle. It was all for nothing.
Then famine, plague, loss. We lost so much. I lost so much... and I am not a forgiving man.
The Varu picked up the pieces of what we once loved, asking but one thing in return for our lives: obedience. I am no such fool. So I did the one thing I knew how to - I ran.
So here I stand in a realm unknown. May my ancestors be my light, until the morning comes.
Varu Missive
3rd of Amberyst, 2E 196
Jeharin, High Oracle Of The Varu
Brothers,
The end of our sacred quest draws near. Only one runekey now eludes us. Let the breadth of Tyrenfall be scoured, from the misted hollows to the high crags — naught shall remain unsearched. It will be ours.
By blood, by faith,
Jeharin
Personal Letter
16th of Blackstar, 2E 196
Nytharion, Harbinger Of The Lightsworn
Eli,
I hope this letter finds you in health of body and in quiet strength of spirit. Long has it been since our last tidings passed between us, for the road has carried me hard and without rest. Yet in these shadowed days I have learned how deep a debt I owe you, for many times over it was your hand, though unseen, that turned death aside from me. For this, and for far more than I can name, I give you thanks.
I do not know by what stars our paths were first brought together, nor what high purpose set you in my way; but I have come to believe that no chance governs such meetings. If there is a watching will beyond the circles of the world, then surely it showed me favor in granting me you as master.
Still I fear my gratitude has ever fallen short of its due. You did not merely train my arm or sharpen my wits—you taught me the way of the noble warrior. You taught me to stand so that others might rest, to fight so that peace might yet have a home in the world. Your lessons are written deeper than memory; they are bound into sinew and breath. I bear them as sword and shield and flame in the night.
I know not how closely you now heed the wide doings of the world beyond your forest sanctuary, yet I would not have you unaware: a storm is gathering. Varu—false teachers clad in fair words—have risen, and from the shadows they have laid claim to the Great Houses. They speak of holiness and right, but hunger only for dominion. May they never darken your threshold, for their sake as much as yours.
As for me, I step soon into peril, and the days ahead are veiled. Before I go where letters may no longer follow, I wished to set down this final word of thanks. Whatever fate awaits me, know that your wisdom walks with me, and that the good you set in motion did not end with your teaching.
May your years be long, your flame bright, and your days spared the weight of these dark times.
Your student,
Vithar