Myths & Legends
The Living Tales
In every corner of Kharlia, myths take root like stubborn weeds—some planted with purpose, others grown wild from the minds of old folk and dreamers. These tales range from whispered fables told round the hearth, to sacred rites upheld by forgotten cults, to sagas carved into stone by hands that no longer live. Many are unverified. Some are patently false. A few, perhaps, are more true than the world is ready to admit.
But truth is not the only measure of power in Kharlia. Each tale, no matter how small or strange, carries weight through the Narrative—that great woven thread that guides story, fate, and belief. Some caught in the dream of Eda. Whether a myth is rooted in reality, half-remembered history, or sheer fabrication matters less than the echo it leaves behind. If enough believe it, the world may bend to it.
Some legends are fragments of a greater truth, long buried beneath war, rewriting, or the silence of time. Others may be glimpses into things that could yet be, or perhaps should have been—alternate paths barely walked, futures that tug at the seams of now. There are stories that exist solely to inspire, tales crafted to lift hearts or harden resolve. And then there are the tales only a few believe, clung to by the mad, the visionary, or the damned. These are often the most dangerous of all.
In Kharlia, the line between history and myth is thin, and often crossed in both directions. Wives’ tales and battlefield omens, celestial romances and doomsday prophecies—they all deserve a place in the telling. Because even the false can shape the real, and what is whispered long enough may yet wake something sleeping.