Arc One: The Forgotten Court

Our heroes encounter hidden dangers in a world of wind and sand. Wingthe takes in the views, Gydeon wields her journal, Iria is moved by the music, and Tonreir just tries to keep them all alive.

As night falls and creatures stir, it’s time for our heroes to head underground. Gydeon reads, Iria inspires, and Wingthe is on fire. Meanwhile, Tonreir gets a little bit risky.

Inside the crumbling walls of Lord Oberon’s castle, our heroes must decide if a mysterious prisoner is friend or foe — and make a sacrifice before time runs out.

It’s time to face the castle’s first vampire. Iria contemplates the sun, Tonreir summons a weapon, Gydeon makes a break for it, and Wingthe loses a little something. If only someone had brought decapitation.

In a rare moment of quiet, our heroes consider a moral dilemma. Tonreir stands with the natural order, Iria pushes for peace, Wingthe makes a deal, and Gydeon isn’t really paying attention.

It’s rude to read other people’s diaries, but that sentiment may not apply to a century-old vampire whom our heroes are hunting.

There is something old in this castle, something powerful, something the heroes aren’t prepared for — and it’s not Lord Oberon.

What do our heroes do when they’re up against the wall? Some buck wild things. Gydeon loses her temper, Tonreir hatches a plan, Wingthe takes a leap, and Iria learns why curiosity killed the cat.

The enemy of your enemy is your friend, so long as they stop trying to eat you. Iria breaks up a fight, Tonreir strategizes, Wingthe makes a discovery, and Gydeon’s dreams come true.

With dawn approaching and Lord Oberon fast returning, our heroes take the first steps in their scheme to infiltrate a vampire masquerade.

Nothing in this castle is as it seems. With one last puzzle to solve, Gydeon prepares for a starring role, Tonreir spots a trap, Iria loses the thread, and Wingthe loves those pink fuzzy slippers.

Spells cast, masks on, hearts racing — it’s time for the Eternal Masquerade. Stealth and subterfuge is the name of the game, but how long can our heroes keep it up?

After the music stops, the real masquerade begins. Concealment and costume are at play and the only difference between ally and enemy is a well-placed phrase.

The gloves come off and blood will spill as our heroes go on the offensive. But the lord of this castle has one last trick up his sleeve.

Our heroes must escape their own minds to survive. Can they find a way out, or will the ghosts of their pasts lead to their demise?

With Lord Oberon’s castle crumbling around them, our heroes must make several life or death choices in very little time.