Nareth’s Crown

Nareth’s Crown – The Storm at the Edge of Heaven

"The storm remembers what the world forgot."

At the northernmost edge of existence stands Nareth’s Crown — an eternal tempest encircling a black spire that pierces the heavens. The storm has no beginning or end; it howls ceaselessly, laced with whispers that speak in forgotten tongues. Lightning arcs across the horizon, revealing fleeting silhouettes of chained figures carved into the ice cliffs.

According to scripture both holy and heretical, Nareth was the first Watcher — a divine being who tried to halt the sun’s descent into madness during the Withering Cycle. For his defiance, he was bound at the world’s summit, his chains forged from divine light turned black. His eternal struggle birthed the storm — a cage of wind and thunder that will last until the world ends.

The Chainbound Order serves him still, a congregation of zealots and penitents who maintain the bindings through blood, frost, and prayer. They inscribe oaths upon their flesh with ice shards, believing each vow strengthens the divine prison. Their ultimate fear is not that Nareth will awaken — but that he will stop dreaming, and the sun will burn all creation to cinders.

No map marks this place. To reach it, one must climb beyond sanity, through cold that freezes sound itself. Those who survive say the Spire hums with the heartbeat of a dying god — and that sometimes, when lightning strikes just right, it pulses red instead of blue.