Codex XIV·Marginalia & hearsay
Rumours & Whispers
What follows is not history. It is what people tell each other in low voices when the candles burn down. Believe as much of it as you like.
Three lights appeared, hung for a breath, and were gone. Some say a sign. Some say nothing at all. The temples have been very quiet about it.
The Valdmere Empire is colder than it should be. Travellers who come back from its borders come back changed, and travellers who come back at all are the lucky ones.
Vortara and the Hoffell Isles spent a generation killing each other over a rock in the sea. Neither will say what was on it. A few sailors claim the rock has a third name in a language nobody admits to speaking.
A wolf was seen south of the old line that moved wrong, and a man-shaped thing that knew how to work a door. Both stories are almost certainly drunk shepherds. Almost.
There are ruins across Aldor older than any kingdom that lays claim to them. The stone is wrong. The inscriptions do not match any tongue still spoken. Best left alone.