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October 15th, 15.001 Checkpoint Village, Ashveil Desert, Umbra [Vampire Continent] The Red Moon occurs every fourteen months, an astronomical constant since the dawn of recorded time. While the phenomenon is predictable and natural, its effects across races have long elevated it into ritual and legend. On this night, every vampire must drink blood. Their physiology is bound to the Red Moon’s cycle: a surge of biological resonance reflected through the crimson glow triggers a

September 22nd, 15.001 Ravelyn’s Alley Borderlands, Umbra [Vampire Continent] The road thinned into scrub and stone as the group neared the border. Ravelyn’s Alley, with its crooked trees and whispering marsh air, had already begun to fade behind them. Ahead stretched the beginnings of the Ashveil Desert: wide, dry winds carrying grains of pale dust, the horizon blurred by the shimmer of heat even in late afternoon. The last patches of grass grew sparse, their green dulled to

September 1st, 15.001 Ravelyn’s Alley Entrance — Border of the Velmore Alps, Umbra The convoy rolled down the last curve of the mountain pass, and the world changed. Behind them, the Alps, still visible in jagged spines, were white with lingering snow. Ahead stretched a valley that was no valley at all but a long, ancient corridor: Ravelyn’s Alley. A winding road built centuries ago, it was half-swallowed now by rockslides and roots, leading straight into the forests that spr

July 1st, 15.001. Refuge City, Velmore Alps, Umbra [Vampire Continent] The convoy climbed the last curve of the pass just as the sun broke through the mist, and suddenly the first settlement of the Velmore Alps spread out before them. It was not a fortress like Bloodspire, and it was definitely not like the underground world of Velmore City. The town, small but well equipped, looked carved from the mountains themselves; terraces of pale stone threaded with polished steel, win

June 18th 15.001.   Velmore City, Umbra [Vampire Continent] The convoy crawled through a small mountain pass as night fell, their headlights cutting sharp tunnels through the mist. At the front, Sukira’s van rumbled steadily. Risha pressed his nose against the window, leaving smudges on the glass as the first signs of Velmore came into view, Cloud snored at the back of the car. Dominique sat silent, her good eye sharp on the town ahead, while Eloise kept her gaze low, fingers

June 12th 15.001.   Bloodmark, Umbra [Vampire Continent] Sunlight spilled through the windows of the posada, and the streets outside were already stirring with merchants setting up stalls. Smells of all kinds filled the air, a regular, busy town morning. After a full day yesterday spent sleeping, bathing, and letting the stress melt away, everyone felt… lighter. Eloise was the first to speak. “I think we should go to the market. I need to stock up—potions, bandages, herbs. Yo

June 5th 15.001.   Bloodspire, Umbra [Vampire Continent] Dominique was the first to climb in, dragging Risha with her, the boy clutching Cloud under his arm as though the wolf were no more than a plush toy. Eloise hesitated at the open door, staring at the road ahead, before Dominique leaned out with a grin. “Don’t make me carry you in too, princess .” That broke the spell, and Eloise climbed aboard, tucking her cloak tighter. Elon took the passenger seat beside Sukira, thoug

June 4th 15.001.   Velaric’s Mansion, Bloodspire, Umbra [Vampire Continent] The day of Risha’s 11th birthday party arrived. The mansion buzzed with energy: servants darted back and forth, trays clinked, decorations shifted and readjusted, and the faint sound of a piano floated through the halls. Hands moved quickly and voices rose over the murmur, coordinating, reminding, correcting. Eloise paused in the corridor, smoothing her hair. She wore a dress Dominique had specially o

June 3rd 15.001.   Velaric’s Mansion. Bloodspire, Umbra [Vampire Continent] The table was already set when Dominique arrived, brisk as ever, with a stack of papers under one arm. Everyone was gathered, the weariness of the previous night still clinging to them, though softened by the smell of bread and butter. Dominique didn’t sit. She placed the stack on the table with a neat thump. “I’ll be occupied all morning with boring stuff,” she announced. “But you can do as you pleas

June 2nd 15.001.   Capital of Bloodspire, Bloodspire, Umbra [Vampire Continent] Bloodspire only saw six hours of sunlight each day, and with evening already falling, the streets were glowing in their real light; lines of red and violet neon lights wrapped around black concrete walls, cutting through the dark like steady fire. The group’s car rolled down the main avenue. Everything was clean. Perfect. The pavement shone like wet marble, no trash, no broken tiles. Gargoyles and

April 4th, 15.001.   The outsides of Bloodspire, Umbra [Vampire Continent] The road to Bloodspire’s capital should have been clear; Dominique’s family name alone ought to have parted gates and silenced border guards. But titles meant little when danger arose. The deeper they push into Umbra, the more obstacles meet them. Villages emptied overnight, barricades appeared where roads once lay open. Caravans spoke of feral things  in the woods—creatures that even Umbra’s hunters f

April 3rd, 15.001.   Border between Velanth and Bloodspire, Umbra [Vampire Continent] The road grew quieter the closer they came to the borderlands. Trees thinned, the ground turned stony, and the wind that whipped through the passes carried the scent of frost and iron. None of them spoke much. Their bodies still bore fresh aches. By the time the lanterns of the hostel appeared, a squat stone building pressed against the cliffs like it had grown from the mountain itself. The

April 1st, 15.001.   Main port of Velanth, Umbra [Vampire Continent] After a few days of traveling, on a cloudy morning, the cruise cut through fog and gray waters until the jagged coastline of Umbra rose ahead. Cliffs loomed like blackened blades, their tips veiled in mist, and the air grew colder with every mile. When the ship finally moored at the port, the group stepped onto foreign soil for the first time, boots meeting stone darkened by salt and shadow. At first glance,

March 22nd, 15.001.   Eloen Reach, Eloria [Elf Continent] Days blurred together on the road. The boy, Risha, spoke little, but Eloise and Dominique never left his side. Eloise taught him about plants and bugs, while Dominique found his perfect companion for playing any sort of games to kill time on the road. He clung to them, slowly warming, though he still startled at sudden noises. Elon and Sukira kept their distance from the boy. Whenever danger came, they stood in front,

March 19th, 15.001.  The outskirts of Verellen, Eloria [Elf Continent] The smell of smoke reached them before the trees opened enough to reveal the village. A thick haze covered the horizon, dimming the late sun behind streaks of gray and red. The car rolled to a stop on the dirt road, its engine the only sound in a place that should have been full of voices, carts, and children playing. Eloise was the first to step out, her boots crunching on gravel and ash. She froze. The v

March 16th, 15.001.   Verellen, Elaris [Elf Continent] Verellen lay between rolling green hills and the long stretch of plains that bled into the human continent. A medium-sized city, it bore little of Eloria’s high elven grandeur; instead, its charm came from its practicality. Fields surrounded it in every direction — wheat, barley, orchards of pale blossoms, vineyards already waking to spring. Food was Verellen’s lifeblood, and its markets were rich with produce, honey, che

March 14th, 15.001. The outsides of Eloria, capital of Elaris [Elf Continent] The hostel was small, warm, and filled with the smell of roasted herbs and bread. Wooden beams crisscrossed the ceiling, and outside, the last threads of daylight slipped behind the trees of Eloria’s borders. They had claimed a corner table near the fire while the innkeeper’s family prepared their dinner.  Dominique leaned over the table, chin in her hands, eyes glittering like a child about to hear

March 3rd, 15.001.   Eloria, capital of Elaris [Elf Continent]. “We arrived! The city is always so beautiful around this time of the year.” Eloise claimed while looking from the moving car's window, as if she had never been on Eloria before.  Innocence aside, she was right. Eloria, the capital of Elaris, was indeed magnificent—a city caught between past and present. Its towers, built from pale stone and covered with flowering plants, were tall but softened by nature. Crystal

March 1st, 15.001.   South of Whispergroove, Elunthar Forest, Elaris [Elf Continent]. “They told me you were going to be very hard to catch, prince, but here we are, only a week has passed since I started tracing you.” She was around 10 meters away from where he was standing, pointing a gun at him; it wasn’t more than a warning –she wasn't planning to shoot him, after all, she was hired to rescue him, or rather, take him back home. Her skin was white as the snow, and her eyes

This story is about broken people learning to love and protect each other in a world torn apart by Calamities and hate.  Historical context is worth mentioning, even though the majority of the characters involved grew up with very different versions of what happened more than 1000 years ago. We will discover all the details of the truth along the way. Long ago, the continent was whole. Elves in Elaris, humans in Concordia, vampires in Umbra—different lands, different rulers,