THE WORLD OF CORWYN

The Corwyn Chronicles unfolds in a gothic world poised at the moment before transformation, where old magic gutters low and something unfamiliar waits to take its place.

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For centuries, sorcery shaped the land, lit its streets, and defined its hierarchies. Now its glow is dimming. Across the continent, lightning-charged bulbs hum where spell light once flickered. Gnomish workshops hiss with steam and clatter with brass as invention begins to rival enchantment. In the heart of Craggmoä, engineers labour over the first locomotive, daring to bind motion itself to iron and will. The Age of Thieves wanes, and Corwyn remembers all too well what follows the death of an age.

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One era drowned the world in cruelty, when ambition outpaced conscience and chaos devoured order. Another brought fragile peace, welcoming new peoples and strange races into the fold. Some whisper these shifts were acts of the gods. Others insist they were accidents of reality, fractures in the laws that govern existence. In Corwyn, faith and reason have always shared the same battlefield.

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Now the past refuses to stay buried.

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The dead lands of Îssard stir once more, their silence breaking beneath an unseen pressure. A spreading shroud creeps across borders, indifferent to crowns and commandments alike. From hiding places long thought lost to time, ancient magic artefacts have resurfaced, relics forged when magic was boundless and consequence an afterthought. They do not merely grant power. They rewrite it. To wield one is to shape the world that follows, whether through conquest, salvation, or ruin.

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As empires calculate, secret orders move in shadow, and ordinary lives are caught between belief and progress, Corwyn stands at the threshold of another reckoning. The next age is coming. It will be written by those bold enough, or desperate enough, to seize it.