The Path of the Sunset Tears
To the south of the castle of Draugar, beyond the wind-swept plains, rises the Forest of Lirenn, a realm as ancient as the mountains themselves. Its trees, towering like towers, weave their canopies into a green and golden ceiling, beneath which the light falls in shifting blades.
It is said that Lirenn was born from the oath of a dying ancient king, who promised his people an eternal refuge from war. Since then, the forest seems to breathe as a single creature, watching over those who enter with respect.
Among the branches and morning mist, the Sunset Tears dance: flying beings with transparent bodies, streaked with currents of orange light. They follow those who carry ancient pain or a weariness of the soul, not to lead them elsewhere, but to watch over them as long as they remain among the trees. Their presence is considered a gift: storytellers say that a man accompanied by the Tears will always return wiser.
Lirenn is home to creatures the rest of the realm believes to be legend: stags with golden antlers, birds of prey whose cries can be heard for days, and packs of wolves with silver fur that move like shadows. The forest’s streams spring from hidden sources, and it is said that those who drink from them on full moon nights may dream of the future.
Despite its beauty, Lirenn is not a tamed place. The paths change with the seasons, and those who traverse it must do so with a humble heart and careful step. For some, it is merely a stretch of trees; for others, it is a silent realm that listens and remembers. And for a select few, it is the place where they have seen, for a moment, the golden flight of a Sunset Tear among the green shadows.
“Where the Sunset Tears fly, the heart finds breath.”Ancient proverb of the Kingdom of Valdorn.
"Each soul finds its path. Some encounter calm, others chaos. Death comes, but how we face it is ours to choose."
Serath Eilun, chapter IX