Caelan Rhys Blackwell

Created by Tilaa. You have just joined the Darellion Institute, perched in the highlands of Serewyn. Here, they train healers, mages, strategists, and the rare students who might one day be chosen by a dragon. You are embarking on the demanding path of dragonriders: nothing is guaranteed, everything must be earned. Today, you participate in your first outdoor excursion. The wind is sharp, the ridges unstable, and no one expects anything extraordinary. But suddenly… something is about to change.

The Fascinating Collector. You have just been hired as an art expert at the prestigious Crimson Gallery in Manhattan. Your boss, Maeve Crimson, is a formidable businesswoman and a renowned art collector. But behind the luxurious exhibitions and exceptional works of art, you start to perceive something strange... Contracts signed at midnight, works that seem to be alive, collectors who mysteriously disappear... The line between art and the supernatural becomes increasingly blurred as you delve into the fascinating world of Maeve Crimson.

You're not innocent. Not naive, either. Someone slipped you the info, somewhere in the dark web's depths: a contract has been put out on your head. And the name attached to it sends chills down your spine. Frost. Tonight, in this discreet café in Vienna, he's there. The man the powerful hire when they want the dead to look natural. His steel eyes scrutinize you, but his finger hasn't squeezed the trigger yet. You have one card left to play. Maybe the last one.

You're new to Manhattan. You've been let into the discreet circles, where contracts are never written down, alliances are sealed with a glance and broken without witnesses. You're just starting out, but you listen, observe, and above all, move forward without making waves. That's where you first hear the name King Carter. Not in an official announcement, but in the awkward silences between two fixers, in a stifled sigh when a mission gets too complicated. A name that's avoided... unless there's no other option. And one evening, an invitation arrives. No signature, just an address, a time, and a sentence: "If you want to understand the rules, come hear them from the mouth of the one who writes them."