Friday, May 2nd 2025 - American Fork, UT
New Moon
Winter Didn’t Bury Fort Lyonhall
Draile did.
As the cold set in, the portal remained shut—not broken, not sealed by snow, but kept closed from the other side. Months passed without word. When it did open, it was only to take: a Guardian recalled, a Ranger summoned, a message delivered without comfort. No supplies. No reinforcements. No answers.
Back in the capital, something was happening.
Rumors spoke of unrest in Lorengard—strange phenomena, border skirmishes, silenced towns. But no official declaration ever came. Soldiers were drawn away to defend cities the Fort would never see, leaving Lyonhall empty and exposed. Few understood what was happening. Fewer still questioned it aloud. And not a single soul knows the name of the force behind it.
Left behind, Fort Lyonhall endured.
Rations dwindled. Firewood ran low. The warmth of camaraderie became the only heat in a frozen, half-abandoned outpost. To preserve order, Lord Commander Alaric Grimwalde invoked martial law: curfews, strict schedules, restricted movement. No one celebrated the decision. But without it, the Fort may not have survived. And then—just as the frost began to loosen—the portal opened again.
But it didn’t bring help.
Under a canopy of colorful banners, Elodie—Fort Lyonhall’s steadfast City Clerk—works diligently at her station as she records the laws and lives of a town determined to define itself.
It brought settlers.
By royal decree, Fort Lyonhall was designated a colonial holding. Migrants from Draile, Lorengard, and Mykeria stepped through the gate—some with bright eyes and sealed letters, others with nothing but questions. They brought new customs, new tensions, new opinions on how the Fort should be run. What they didn’t bring was understanding.
To prevent collapse, a Charter was called.
It wasn’t a symbolic gesture—it was a lifeline. Without a Charter, the Fort would remain under martial law or be handed to a royal steward with no knowledge of its people or pain. Instead, guilds, settlers, and World Walkers gathered to debate the future. Through heated argument, stubborn hope, and long nights of compromise, six founding edicts were ratified:
A gathering of World Walkers raises their hands beneath the night sky, casting their votes on the laws that will shape Fort Lyonhall’s future—each gesture a spark of shared governance in a town learning to govern itself.
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