The Free Kingdom · The Revenant State · The Mountain That Will Not Kneel
The Kingdom of the Hidden Eidolon is a sovereign state founded on a single, uncompromising principle:
No being may own another.
This belief is not symbolic. It is not negotiable. It is enforced with absolute conviction.
To its allies, the Eidolon is a sanctuary.
To its enemies, it is a nightmare carved into stone.
A thousand years ago, this land was ruled by a human king whose power rested on slavery and divine justification. The first stones of his capital were laid by bound hands.
When the Chain Breaker, Goddess of Chaos and Freedom, intervened, she did not raze the kingdom from existence.
She freed it.
The enslaved rose.
The king died.
The system burned.
Those humans who rejected the new order—who clung to chains, hierarchy, and divine entitlement—were expelled or killed. The kingdom that emerged afterward was deliberately designed so that no throne could ever rise again.
Memory became law.
In the Hidden Eidolon:
Slavery is the highest sin
Enslavement is considered worse than murder
Taking another being’s freedom is an unforgivable crime
This belief applies universally:
Humans
Beastkin
Monsters
Constructs
Aberrant beings
Freedom is not conditional on civility or usefulness.
It is a state of existence.
The Hidden Eidolon is ruled by the Revenant Council, a body composed of representatives from the many races and communities that live within its borders.
No single race may dominate.
No single seat is permanent.
No individual may rule alone.
The council is slow by design. Fractured authority prevents tyranny. Debate is seen not as weakness, but as a safeguard.
The Chain Breaker has never demanded centralization.
The Hidden Eidolon is a mountain nation, its terrain weaponized through necessity and intent.
The capital is built atop a massive mountain, accessible only by long, winding ascents through fortified passes and controlled gates.
There is no flat approach.
From the moment an invader crosses the border, they are climbing.
Roads narrow as they rise
Supply lines strain
Siege engines become useless
Fatigue sets in before battle is joined
Above them, the Eidolon waits.
Encircling the kingdom is a massive Border-Wall, engineered as both a deterrent and a declaration.
The wall is heavily reinforced along the frontier facing the Kingdom of the Sun-Kissed Crown.
This is not paranoia.
It is experience.
The Hidden Eidolon hates the Sun-Kissed Crown more than Hell’s Gate ever has.
Not for blood.
For chains.
The Eidolon does not trust the Church-State.
It does not negotiate with its clergy.
It does not permit its officials safe passage.
Sun-Kissed envoys who cross the border uninvited are often executed on sight.
There is no trial.
Their faith is evidence enough.
There is one—and only one—exception to the Eidolon’s uncompromising hostility.
Escaped slaves.
Any being fleeing enslavement is granted immediate sanctuary.
No questions asked
No debts demanded
No conversion required
Pursuers are killed without hesitation.
The Border-Wall has seen more blood spilled by slave hunters than by armies.
The Eidolon does not negotiate over freedom.
It enforces it.
The Hidden Eidolon does not wage war through expansion.
It wages war through denial.
Invading forces face:
constant uphill movement
ranged bombardment from elevated fortifications
ambushes from concealed mountain routes
weather weaponized by terrain
The Eidolon does not need to sortie.
It rains pain downward until the enemy breaks.
No successful siege of the capital has ever been recorded.
The people of the Hidden Eidolon are pragmatic, diverse, and deeply suspicious of authority.
Titles are functional, not honorific
Leadership is earned through service
Religion exists, but does not rule
Temples to the Chain Breaker are open spaces, not command centers. Her clergy issue no edicts. They offer counsel—if asked.
Chaos is not worshiped as destruction here.
It is respected as choice.
Dark Knights of the Path of Chaos are commonly found within Eidolon borders.
They are not celebrated.
They are not controlled.
They are understood.
As long as they uphold the sanctity of freedom, they are tolerated—even relied upon in times of crisis.
Vix’ke does not command them.
Neither does the Council.
That is precisely why they coexist.
Sun-Kissed Crown: Heretical terrorists
Domain of the Dynast King: Ideological instability contained by terrain
Hell’s Gate: Dangerous, but principled
Beastkin Alliance: Trusted ally and sanctuary
To slavers everywhere, the Hidden Eidolon is a death sentence.