Above the rising sun of Velmorial, where magic flows in the veins of the earth itself, their rulers rise.
They are living vessels that store the memory and power of this place. their laws are not decrees, but a symphony woven from the rhythm of clockwork, the whisper of magic, and the menacing majesty of sleeping dragons.
Hear their call, extend your hand of trust and never look back.
owner — Vilson.