Veil Between Worlds
Where gods wage war and love refuses to break.
Between three heavens and three hells lies Earth — the battleground of oaths and ash. Shifters guard the borders, gods play at destiny, and demons reach for the moon. The Veil opens to the daring, but every crossing demands a price paid in kind.
The worlds are stacked like storms: three heavens above, three hells below, and Earth breathing between them. The Veil is the trembling seam where power leaks through — where shadows listen, and the moon keeps its oldest secrets.
EARTH/NUNAVUT: THE NORTH GATE
Glacial winds, aurora veils, and the Atkar wolves define the North. Here, Amaruq leads a clan that guards ancient crossings and remembers older debts. The moon runs strong in this land — and the Veil lies close to the skin.
The North is a world of blue ice, tidal fog, and bone-bright stars. Spirits whisper through the pines. Old gods stir beneath the frost. The Atkar wolves keep the glacial paths, reading storms before they break and hunting the shadows that slip between realms. When the Veil trembles, the North feels it first.
THE UNDERWORLD / LUCIUS’S DOMINION
Obsidian halls. Blood-moon gardens. Rivers that burn, lakes that heal.
Lucius rules a realm of shadow and oath — where mercy is rare and debts are paid in ash.
Beneath the world, shadow breathes. Lucius — Shadow-King, brother to Karma — commands a fortress carved from obsidian and bone, where the moon’s reflection turns black and ancient power coils in the dark. Every oath spoken in his dominion has weight; every lie leaves a scar. Yet even in this fearsome realm, beauty survives: gardens lit by crimson moons, creatures shaped from night, and cities built on the backs of old magic. This is Lucius’s kingdom — dangerous, loyal, and bound together by the law of shadow and oath.
Vaelros’s Wastes — The Burnt Marches (Underworld rival)
Fire-choked skies. Shattered stone.
A wasteland shaped by war, betrayal, and the monstrous will of Vaelros — the Demon King who once sought dominion over every realm.
The Burnt Marches are a scar on the underworld: a place where the ground glows with trapped embers and the air tastes of smoke and iron. Ash storms roll through without warning. Black lava rivers cut through cracked earth, and molten fissures whisper with the voices of the damned. Creatures forged in hellfire prowl the wastes — winged war beasts, flame-fed juggernauts, and the twisted remnants of soldiers who fell in Vaelros’s last rebellion. Nothing here stays dead for long. The Marches stand as a reminder of what happens when a king reaches too far… and what still stirs beneath the embers.
THE HIGH GODS / OLYMPUS ABOVE
White marble. Golden storms.
A heaven built on power, vanity, and the blood of those who dared to challenge it.
Olympus stands in the highest of the three heavens — a realm where the High Gods rule behind gilded gates and endless light. Their palaces are carved from cloudstone and starfire, and their laws are older than memory. Beauty hides the cruelty beneath: betrayal is common, mercy is rare, and every god guards their power with ruthless devotion. This realm has long hunted Malina, the Moon Goddess, for breaking celestial order. It now watches her daughter, Karma, with the same wary hunger. Olympus smiles with warmth, but its shadows reach farther than any underworld king. Above all realms, its throne still gleams… and its war drums are already echoing.
TRAVEL & TITHES: THE VEIL’S PRICE
The Veil does not open freely.
Every crossing demands a price — in magic, in memory, or in blood.
Those who walk between realms feel the pull first: a hum beneath the skin, a shift in the air, the fleeting taste of lightning on the tongue. The Veil responds to power, intention, and lineage. For some, it parts like silk. For others, it tears like flesh. The Veil does not open freely. Every crossing demands a price — in magic, in memory, or in blood. Those who walk between realms feel the pull first: a hum beneath the skin, a shift in the air, the fleeting taste of lightning on the tongue. The Veil responds to power, intention, and lineage. For some, it parts like silk. For others, it tears like flesh.
NORTHERN SKY COUNCIL (SHIFTER ALLIANCES)
Under aurora skies, the shifter clans of the North gather as one — Atkar wolves, Qilalugaq bears, Nanuq ravens, and Tupiq owl-kin. Old rivalries, new pacts. When the Veil trembles, the North answers first.
This council guards the frost-scarred borders of Nunavut: wolves in snow-bound armor, bears carrying star-mark runes, ravens weaving omens from fog, and owl-kin reading memories left in ancient stone. Each clan holds a promise etched in oath and blood, carried from winter to winter. The Northern Sky stands not for peace, but for balance — and the Veil recognizes their strength.
MAGIC OF THE MOON
(KARMA)
Light and shadow braid themselves through Karma’s blood — two forces carried in one mortal body. Born of moonfire and ancient darkness, she is the daughter of a goddess and the heir to a forgotten throne. Her power is lunar: pull and push, ebb and surge, mercy and ruin.
Her magic wakes with the moon. Silver irises flash mercury-bright, her pulse syncing to tides unseen. She can calm storms or summon them, bend shadows or burn them away. In her hands, prophecy shifts shape — becoming something new, something feared. But lunar strength comes with cost. Each rise of power threatens to consume her, drawing her toward the Veil and the darkness waiting beyond it. Karma is light. Karma is shadow. Karma is the turning of the tide.
Bestiary & Clans
Hell-hounds
Smoke-ribbed war dogs that hunt by oath, not scent — once they’ve named you, they do not miss.
Iron-black fur, coal-bright eyes, breath like kiln-heat. Hell-hounds answer Lucius’s call and the fortress drums. They track broken promises and spilled blood with equal hunger. Their paws never slip on razor-snow; their howl carries orders to lesser beasts. Touch their collar and the brand remembers you. Mercy isn’t in them, but discipline is. Stats: • Threat: High • Habitat: Causeways, war-yards • Allegiance: Lucius
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Ursaleon
War-mounts bred for siege: bear-shoulders, lion-speed, glacier-patience.
Leather barding, tusk caps, and a rumble that steadies a line. They hate witch-bells but love wolf-songs — Kaelen rides one like a moving wall. Do not flank an Ursaleon unless you’ve said your goodbyes. Stats: • Threat: High • Habitat: War-yards • Allegiance: Lucius / Northern allies
The Keeper’s Chronicle:
Origins of the Veil
Editor’s Note
According to the Keepers of the Veil, the writings below are the oldest surviving records of creation, preserved in fragments of stone, bone, and silver leaf. The language has been rendered into the common tongue, but every effort has been made to retain the rhythm and gravity of the originals. These texts describe the making of the worlds, the first gods, and the bloodlines that shaped the balance of shadow and light. Scholars believe they were once recited aloud by the Keepers during the lunar festivals of the north. I have gathered and arranged them here so that readers may see the pattern of ages as the Keepers saw it: not as history, but as memory.
The Dawning — Birth of the Cosmos In the age before ages there was only the Hum—a single note trembling through the void. From that vibration the first matter gathered, and the darkness learned to dream of form. Out of the Hum rose the Primordials: Erebus, the endless shadow; Nyx, the mother of night; the First Flame; and the Celestial Weave that bound their powers together. Where shadow met flame, the realms took form—Heaven above, the Under Realm below, and between them the first Veil, a boundary of living light. From the clash of shadow and fire came stars, and from their song, the first moon. Thus balance was born. Keeper’s Note: We remember this as the Age of Silence, when the moon was whole and the Veil new. The First War and the Birth of the Moon The Flame desired dominion; the Shadow desired stillness. Their quarrel tore the heavens and birthed the War of Unmaking. In their ruin appeared a silver radiance—Malina, the First of Her Name, Mother of All Who Bear the Moon’s Gift. From her calm came order. The younger gods built Olympus, fortress of law and light. Among them rose Zeus, who bound each realm to rule. Yet Malina the First walked freely between shadow and flame, tracing the first moon-path. Keeper’s Note: Later ages would see another Malina bear her name—a daughter of Zeus who carried her silver mark. The Split Moon and the Twins of Balance Generations later, Malina of Olympus, child of Zeus, wandered the Veil in dream and found Erebus, the Undying Original, imprisoned within its mirror. Through dream-paths she reached him, and their union lit the night with quiet power. Among mortals she also found Nulillik, King of the Northern Clans. From the two unions came twins: Lucius of shadow and Karma of moon and earth. When they were born, the moon split half silver, half crimson—the omen of eternal balance. Keeper’s Note: From the dream of Malina’s heart came harmony renewed, yet every harmony carries its fracture.
The Shattered Veil
Peace could not hold. Each act of the twins pulled at the thin places of creation until the Veil trembled. Zeus blamed the twins and fortified the north with sigils of flame. Nulillik defied him, and thus began the feud between Olympus and the guardians of the Veil.
Deep within his crystal prison, Erebus felt every wound. His grief cracked the glass and his whispers slipped into dreams, spreading fear among gods and mortals alike.
Keeper’s Note: This was the Age of Fractures. The Veil remembers every heartbeat that strikes against it.
The Age of Wolves and Shadows After the Split Moon, Nulillik and his people—the wolf-blooded shifters—became wardens of the mortal north. Their oath was ancient: “Where the shadow leans, the wolf shall stand.” Through Karma, their line bore the shimmer of divinity. But Erebus, jealous and bound, sent nightmares among them. Thus began the long war of Shadow and Fang, a feud renewed with every generation. Keeper’s Note: So long as the Veil stands, the howl and the shadow will never be wholly apart. The Moon Goddess Line With Erebus sealed once more, silence returned. Karma lived among mortals, unaware of her true blood. Lucius, ruling below, knew all and waited. The gods’ fear kept the siblings apart, yet prophecy called them Balance itself—the living fulcrum of destruction and renewal. Keeper’s Note: Balance is not stillness but motion. The blood of Malina endures, answering the Veil’s song. The Heavens Await Olympus gleamed again, but the Veil’s hum deepened. Lucius knew his sister lived; Karma, believing herself orphaned, carried the light unknowingly. Zeus decreed their separation, but secrets thrive in silence. When at last they met, the Veil trembled as it had not since the Dawning, and even the heavens turned to listen. Keeper’s Note: Here the record ends. The rest belongs to the living age—the journey of the reborn Moon Goddess, the shadow that follows her, and the reckoning of gods who built peace upon division.
Keeper’s Records – Lore Appendix
The Bloodlines
The Oruje — Southern Warrior Matriarchs
“Their roar guarded the southern gates, and even the gods waited for its echo before they spoke.”
The Oruje were lion-blooded shifter queens of the southern continent, the first to forge moon-tempered weapons. From them descended Malina’s mortal mother, whose courage and discipline shaped the defiance that would one day challenge Olympus.
Erebus — The Undying Original “Shadow cannot die; it merely learns to wait.” Oldest of the Primordials, Erebus is both the darkness of the void and the mirror that remembers all light. Imprisoned within the Veil after the First War, he fathered Lucius through Malina of Olympus and remains the unseen pulse of every age. Malina the First of Her Name “The first moon was her breath; its calm was her heart.” Born of fire and shadow, she balanced creation’s extremes and became the archetype of all moon goddesses to come. Malina of Olympus “Silver born of thunder’s seed and earth’s endurance.” Daughter of Zeus and descendant of the Oruje, she inherited her ancestress’s light and courage. Through dream-paths she reached the imprisoned Erebus, conceiving the twins who renewed the balance of creation. Nulillik — King of the Northern Clans “The wolf bowed to no sun, yet guarded its warmth.” Ruler of the tundra realms and consort to Malina of Olympus, Nulillik embodied the mortal strength that anchors divinity. His defiance of Olympus began the feud of Shadow and Fang. Lucius — Son of Shadow “The night remembers its heir.” Child of Erebus and Malina, Lucius inherited dominion over the underworld and the patience of eternity. His bond with Marcus the fallen angel shaped the armies of the deep. Karma — Daughter of Moon and Wolf “Light made flesh, yet born of earth’s teeth.” Unaware of her lineage, Karma walked among mortals until destiny recalled her power. Through her, the Veil once again trembles toward renewal. Amaruq — Guardian of the Veil “The aurora is the song of his ancestors.” Descendant of the Wolf King’s line and of northern warrior mothers, Amaruq bears the ancient oath to stand where shadow leans. His union with Karma binds heaven, earth, and beast into one promise. Marcus — The Wingless God “He fell, but his loyalty did not.” Once a warrior of Erebus, Marcus became the teacher and brother-in-arms of Lucius. Cast down and wandering, he carries the memory of shadow’s mercy. The Child Yet to Be Born “The record ends with a heartbeat still hidden beneath the moon.” Offspring of Karma and Amaruq, the future of both divine and mortal lines; the Keepers leave the page blank, for the next age has not yet been written.
The Ages and Their Order
The Age of Silence
Creation’s first calm; the moon whole and the Veil unscarred.
The Era of Division
Rise of Olympus and the rule of Zeus; Malina the First withdraws between realms.
The Age of Twins
Birth of Karma and Lucius; the Split Moon marks the renewal of balance.
The Age of Fractures
Wars between Olympus and the Northern Clans; Erebus’s grief cracks his prison.
The Age of Wolves and Shadows The long feud of Shadow and Fang; mortals take up the gods’ quarrel. The Age of Inheritance The twins come into their destinies; prophecy awakens in mortal hearts. The Living Age The time of the readers and the new chronicles yet unfolding. Sacred Symbols of the Veil The Moon Split in Two “Two halves seeking one reflection.” Symbol of balance, representing Karma and Lucius. When reunited, it foretells renewal. The Wolf and the Shadow “The howl calls; the dark replies.” Represents the eternal opposition and partnership between mortals and the underworld. The Crescent Gate “The doorway that remembers both sides.” The Veil itself—neither open nor closed, always waiting. The Feather and Crown “Remembrance of fall and rule.” The paired emblems of Marcus and Lucius, denoting loyalty within darkness. The Lion’s Shield of Oruje “Courage that birthed divinity.” Crest of the southern warrior queens; its echo remains on Malina’s armor and the coins of the Veil. Thus end the Keeper’s Records. Those who read them become, for a moment, Keepers themselves; for memory is the only magic stronger than time.