Two continents, one wound between them, and a peace that both sides are starting to doubt. This is where Vows of War is set.
To end the last war, the old powers spent nearly all the magic there was. What remains is personal in scale. A caster can ward, mend, brand or siphon, but nobody alive can move a sea or raise a mountain.
The war left a scar you can sail across. Aurethain and Varkesh were one land until it tore them apart, and the Sundersea filled the gap. Two generations later, the Concord and the Scarred Dominion still watch each other across it.
Neither side is the evil empire. They are two answers to the same catastrophe, and each is sure the other is about to break the treaty.
The Concord rebuilt by refusing to do it alone. Its council keeps one seat for every race and elects a High Sovereign in turn; today the Sovereign is a Thaeli elder. Caelmont, its capital, exists to prove in stone and ceremony that old enemies can live under one roof.
The Dominion prizes strength, discipline and results over diplomacy and ceremony. A single Iron Regent rules from Scarhold, a city built down the walls of a rift, while the Kovar hall of the Vaultworks shapes its industry and arms. Its people love, build and grieve like anyone. They just don’t make speeches about it.
The borders have been closed for two generations. Moving an army is an act of war, and each side’s guards treat the other’s people as enemies.
Lately something has been testing that peace: raiders on the roads, wreckers on the coast, and evidence that always seems to point across the water.
Every region below is open in early access, from the starting regions of each race to the capitals and the contested roads between them.
Concord · Starting regionWoodland roads, warm hearths and an old forest behind the farms. The East Road has gone quiet, and the road wardens are short of hands. Humans and Voren begin here, and Briarwood waits beyond it.
Concord · Starting regionA harbor of pale stone, brass tide instruments and clear water, where the Solmara keep their oath to the sea. The Solmara begin here, and you can swim its shallows.
Concord · Starting regionGrown-root homes, stairs and bridges beneath a living canopy, kept by the Thaeli, who begin here.
ConcordGolden fields, working farms and the open road that carries grain to the capital.
Concord · CapitalThe Concord’s capital, a hill city of pale stone and brass rising from crowded streets to the citadel. Its council keeps a seat for every race, and its auction house serves the whole faction.
ConcordReed roofs, boardwalks and lanterns over a fen that has gone too quiet.
ConcordHighland trails, broad skies and brass-bound crossings, with snow in the high passes.
Contested · WhitewakeThe long roads between familiar places, and Whitewake, where both factions meet: a practice green for duels, a harbor for the crossing and a signal field worth fighting over.
Dominion · Starting regionOrchard terraces and working lifts inside a caldera. Dominion Humans and Kovar begin here.
Dominion · Starting regionBright cloth and flowering terraces on obsidian, where the Kaldreth clans settle their arguments in the open.
Dominion · Starting regionPerched decks and wind-tugged cloth above the sea. The Vantik begin here, and the Galehook Skyway leaves for the far shore.
Dominion · CapitalA living city held above the rift, ruled by the Iron Regent, with the Vaultworks at its heart and an auction house for the whole faction.
DominionCaravan shelters among black sand and glass-dark stone. Nobody crosses it alone.
One real hour is one hour in Dorenvar, and every player shares the same sky. Dawn, dusk and moonlit nights arrive for everyone at once.
Rain rolls in off the coast, snow settles in the Crownspine passes, and ash drifts over the Dominion’s fire country.
Fall in battle and your spirit is released at a shrine. Walk back to your body and pick up where you left off.
Quest givers want something now, guards will tell you the way to a trainer or a vendor, and many people speak their lines aloud.
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