What would one day in the distant future become the cult of the blind sun was formed by the firstborn son of King Charles Delair Terre, Crown Prince Egret Delair Falym. What began as a young prince rebelling against his fathers tyrannical ways soon became a fight for freedom and the protection of wilds.

After witnessing the beheading of his closest friend and squire on counts of sorcery and treason against the state by direct order of his father. Egret fled the kingdom and abandoned his title as the crown prince. Following the roads leading away from the capital. Half starved and soon to collapse of dehydration the young prince found refuge in a small town in the south-western woods of Falyimoar. Scheirenstein, a small mining town, unknown to the prince.

As the sun was reaching its rest, the young prince stumbled his way out from the woods, and up to the front of the town. Looking worse for wear from his arduous trek through the wilderness, the town guards brandished their weapons towards this unknown traveler, ordering him to approach they see the royal insignia emblazoned upon his cloak and immediately rush help him.

Identifying Egret as a part of the royal court the guards started taking him directly to the Lord of Scheirenstein. Realizing that knowledge of his disappearance could have already reached this town and he could be taken back to the capital, he refused to accompany them, much to their disapproval and told them he would visit the Lord in the morning, before departing they gave him a map of the surrounding area and pointed his way to the town inn. Telling him to stay clear of any areas marked with a bone or jagged stone.

Departing from the guards Egret thanked them for their help and once out of sight, quickly took his cloak and turned it inside out, so as to hide the insignia and keep his identity as secret as he could. Having made his way to the inn just after dusk, entering the crowded Egret was immediately hit with the sounds of half deaf miners sharing a meal after a long days work.

Exhausted himself from days of travel with little to no food and his only water being from creeks and small streams that were far from potable. Egret couldn't help himself from letting his guard down ordering far too much food for himself and drinking well past his limits. He couldn't remember quite how he had came to be in a room, but a just a few hours past sunrise he awoke to the sounds of horses totting on cobblestones and the unintelligible sounds of several men shouting over each other coming from outside his window.

Having made his way to the inn just after dusk, entering the crowded Egret was immediately hit with the sounds of half deaf miners sharing a meal after a long days work. Exhausted himself from days of travel with little to no food and his only water being from creeks and small streams that were far from potable. Egret couldn't help himself from letting his guard down ordering far too much food for himself and drinking well past his limits. He couldn't remember quite how he had came to be in a room, but a just a few hours past sunrise he awoke to the sounds of horses totting on cobblestones and the unintelligible sounds of several men shouting over each other coming from outside his window.

Dismissing the thought Egret decided he should get some food, and that he should assess his situation, and figure out what he was going to do from here. Worried that his father would send soldiers out to search for him, he decided that he should look around Scheirenstein, purchase supplies, and potentially skip town, and given that the Lord of Scheirenstein had likely been alerted to the presence of a member of the Royal Court visiting this town, he wouldn't have long in this town before going the risk of being identified and captured.

Tumlburry is a small town hidden behind the everchanging dunes of the Sadrust (sad - rust) desert. Built around a natural oasis this town is often houses travelers and merchants on their way back from the coasts, and adventurers in search of long lost treasures hidden away beneath the sands.

Recently fewer and fewer traders have been coming back from the coast, those that have been returning tell tales of sandy thunderstorms that seems to follow them during their travels, with the sounds of thunder ringing out from the storm extremely frequently. Rumor has it that some adventures disturbed an ancient temple, drawing the ire of the gods, who have cursed the land until the desecration has been rectified.