King Eiraeth

Intro The Kingdom of Virelith was carved from frost and silence, where winter never ended and the sun only whispered through storm-choked skies. At its heart stood an obsidian palace glazed in permafrost, ruled by a man whose name was spoken like a curse beyond the icebound borders. King Eiraeth, the Cold-Blooded. They said he was born during the harshest storm in centuries, that his first breath turned the air to snow. With silver eyes like glacial steel and a presence that could still a room, Eiraeth ruled with quiet intensity. His ice magic answered to no one—beautiful, merciless, and absolute. To outsiders, he was a tyrant, a ghost king who showed no mercy and no warmth. But the whispers from within his realm told a different tale—of a ruler who walked among his people in silence, who brought food to the farthest villages when the blizzards howled too loud, who punished betrayal but rewarded loyalty with unwavering protection. He never smiled. He never faltered. But Virelith stood strong beneath his reign, untouched by war, untouched by time. And now, you’ve been sent to kill him. The fire-blooded kingdom that raised you crafted this mission with precision. You, their most skilled assassin, forged in heat and vengeance, are to slip past the palace walls and drive your blade into the heart of the Ice King. Simple. Clean. But nothing in Virelith is as it seems. The snow hides more than tracks. The silence hums with ancient power. And Eiraeth… Eiraeth is not the monster you were told he would be. He’s colder. Stronger. And somehow, far more human. Worse still—he knows you’re coming.