The roads are older than the kingdoms.
Most who walk them never return. Those who do rarely speak of what they've seen. But sometimes, in firelight or over cheap wine, a traveler will mention a name. A weapon. A ruin that should not exist.
This archive is not gospel. It was compiled from journals, rumors, and the words of the dying. Some entries contradict one another. Some were written by liars. Others by men who believed they were telling the truth.
The world does not care what you believe.
Power exists. It is rare. It is costly. And it always leaves a mark.
If you seek the Blade, know this: swordsmanship is not magic. It is discipline. It is sacrifice. And those who master it do not live long lives.
The rest is up to you.
What You Will Find Here:
Bearers — Those who have taken up the sword and lived long enough to earn a name, or die trying.
The Blade — The art of the sword. Disciplines, philosophies, and the weapons that shaped history.
Roads & Villages — The places travelers speak of. Some safe. Most not.
Relics — Objects of power. They cost more than they give.
Accounts — Stories. Rumors. Warnings written by those who saw and survived.
"The sword does not make you strong. It makes you responsible for what you do with it."
— Words overheard on the Ashford Road