Ashdrift Hill
Ash falls endlessly across Ashdrift Hill—though no fire has ever been found. Roads vanish beneath pale drifts, and figures sometimes appear through the grey before disappearing again.
Every Arcori has a story. Every Legacy leaves a mark.
Beyond the edge of memory lies Velora—a living world woven from stories, echoes, and forgotten Legacies.
Its inhabitants are known as Arcori: remarkable beings, places, objects, and legends, each carrying a unique Chronicle waiting to unfold. Across Velora, familiar icons, local legends, and distant memories take on new life. Some Arcori are born from its forests and mountains. Others arrive from the mysterious Realm Beyond—a place that feels almost known, yet never quite explained.
Every Arcori belongs to a lineage. As generations pass, their stories evolve, their Legacies are shaped, and their place in Velora's history is forever changed. Some Legacies endure through preservation, revealing new chapters of their Chronicle. Others are lost to time, remembered only by the marks they left upon the world.
You are one of the Avari—those who walk beside the Arcori. Your journey begins with a single Kin Arcori, but the choices you make will influence countless generations to come. The Arcori you discover, the Legacies you preserve, and the Chronicles you help reveal become part of Velora's ever-growing history.
Every Arcori has a story.
Every Legacy leaves a mark.
Welcome to Velora.
Six lands. Countless stories waiting to unfold.
Ash falls endlessly across Ashdrift Hill—though no fire has ever been found. Roads vanish beneath pale drifts, and figures sometimes appear through the grey before disappearing again.
Enormous trees rise around pillars of coloured light. When the Grove is threatened, the colours converge—and something ancient answers.
A colourful town locked in permanent winter. Things go wrong here often—and somehow, by morning, they usually haven’t.
A luminous coast where the sea glows beneath the moon. When the tide pulls back, paths and ruins appear that no map remembers.
A golden wilderness of grasslands, forests, and towering amber. Shapes rest inside the amber—frozen, waiting, or something else entirely.
The least understood region of Velora. Landscapes feel strangely familiar, yet roads lead nowhere, and structures appear only to fade or rearrange themselves.
Some Arcori found here feel unlike anything born elsewhere—echoes of lives that may never have been.