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Veils of Fate

Tales of Eldermoor

The Investigation

Frost patterns spread across scorched stone in an alley, forming unnatural geometric shapes, as an investigator holds a lantern over the anomaly.

You piece together what you know.

You piece together what you know.
From the attack and its aftermath, the picture is grim. The shadow creatures aren’t natural — they’re darkness given form, carrying cold fire that burns like frost. Worse, there are faces trapped inside them. Screaming.
Your gem-born power can hurt them. That much you’ve proven. But the deeper truth is what haunts you most: Varek the Shieldborn didn’t sacrifice himself willingly. He murdered the other founders to fuel his own immortality. The gem doesn’t honour their souls — it traps them. Forbidden texts call him the Hollow King.
Together with your ally, you compare notes with others who survived.

Neve, the copper-haired gem-born, finds you. “The shadow things came from the old warehouse district,” she says. “But here’s the strange part—the warehouse they came from has been abandoned for decades. It’s supposed to be sealed.”

“Sealed by who?” you ask.

“The city. Something happened there fifty years ago. Before I was born. They bricked up the doors and windows and forbade anyone from entering.”

Your ally exchanges a glance with you.

Fifty years. The same time the Elder started having the dreams.

“There’s more,” Neve continues. “I talked to old Margot—you know, the woman who sells herbs by the north gate? She remembers the sealing. She says a man ordered it. A man in armor who looked wrong. Who smiled too much.”

Your blood runs cold.

Varek. Fifty years ago. Walking openly in Eldermoor.

“We need to see those warehouse records,” your ally says. “If there’s documentation of who ordered the sealing, of what happened there…”

“The city archives,” you say. “But they’re restricted. Only council members can access the sealed records.”

“I know someone who might help.” Your ally’s expression is grim. “But we’ll have to be careful. If the Hollow King has agents in the city—and he must, to have operated here for centuries—they’ll be watching for anyone who gets too curious.”