Darkness gathers on the borders of Ambria, where the light of civilization meets the ancient, untamed wilds of Davokar. From the glittering halls of Yndaros to the moss-choked ruins deep beneath the trees, secrets older than the realm itself whisper through the roots and rivers.

Queen Korinthia’s armies drive ever deeper into the forest, hungry for treasure, land, and forgotten power. But Davokar is no empty wilderness—it is a living memory, scarred by wars long past, and watched over by the enigmatic elves of the Iron Pact. Here, the dead seldom sleep, and the shadows are thick with old grudges.

The Throne of Thorns awaits, veiled in legend and blood. Some seek it for glory, others for answers, and some only to survive what stirs in the dark. Ancient powers awaken as ambitious nobles, desperate refugees, outcast witches, and zealous priests make their play for control, not knowing whether they will become heroes or mere footnotes in the coming struggle.

The forest changes all who enter. Greed, hope, and ambition bloom like strange flowers in Davokar’s gloom. Those who hunt its secrets risk not only their lives, but their souls.

This is the story of explorers and exiles, of haunted dreams and forbidden rites. It is a tale written in the clash of sword and spell, in bargains struck by firelight, and in the chilling silence after the scream.

Welcome to the Throne of Thorns. Trust nothing. Take nothing for granted. And remember: in Davokar, every step forward is paid for—in blood, or something dearer still.