Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 23/09/2026The forces of Virzhoun and Malkrahd clashed in the South Heartwood for years, their deadlock only broken by an unprecedented escalation. Every soul in Drehmal knows of the desolation that ensued, but nobody—not even the Burnt Lord himself—fully understands the true nature of the event. 061
Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 23/08/2026The second playable teaser for 2.3, Archived Memory 2: To Feel The Stars, is now available! If you missed Archived Memory 1, it's available in the same instance for you to try. Please enjoy! www.drehmal.net/am2 0147
Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 22/08/2026As the ancient Meigoh adage proclaims: “First comes the sky, brilliant light of every beginning. All is born, and all is burned. The land finds itself caught between. We are home, and we are alone. The sea arrives to take its dues. Life is fed, and life is swallowed.” 0126
Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 23/07/2026"Yes, the power of the primal energy which once flowed through the veins of the Avsohmic Empire must have been great. But I dare you to stand beneath the arches of Myrik Station and say that the steam which flows through ours is any lesser." 0174
Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 23/06/2026This festering mire has been rotted by the baleful dregs of industry, sodden through at the bloody whims of those above. 042
Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 23/05/2026Only the light which the ocean rejects is known to mortalkind. A faint glow as the world awakens. A blinding glare in the fisherman’s eye. Rich scattered crimson at day’s end. A ghostly shimmer in the dead of night. What becomes of the light that it keeps? 083
Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 23/04/2026Few have gazed upon Eldugar, the great archive of the Lawbringer King. It was Vys’Eldug who subjugated the written word, and perhaps brought Rengia to its nadir. 096
Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 23/03/2026Alvira. Virzhoun. Insohm. The predominant powers of the east have long presented themselves as the arbiters of Virtuo's faith, waging bloody wars in the name of the Goddess of Peace. While Drehmari states may employ such rhetoric, none can perfectly recreate the iron fist of the original Virmari. 0112
Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 23/02/2026C-//VE them apart Un-//-l their thoughts and -//tter their MINDS Reduce them to NAU-///-t logic and -//-ng Bi//- them to my B-//-DE Now grant them PUR-//-SE 1164
Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 04/02/2026The great fortress-city of Sal'Silar stands as a last bastion of the ancient empire. The heart of the city, the trifurcated citadel of Silar itself, has been retrofitted countless times throughout its one thousand year history. 0176
Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 23/01/2026The fledgling empire of Avsohm sprung from the stock of many Great Houses, loosely united under Drehn's central banner. Just as they grew with their empire, they would die alongside it. All but one, that is. 0278
Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 12/12/2025The provenance of the orb is unknown, and curious emblems cover the surface. They lack the ordering defining Khivian runes. Nyctoscopic shamans across the continent claim to have seen it in their dreams long before it fell from the sky. 0102
Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 12/11/2025The diverse Mokhan peoples of the East all trace their lineage to the holy mountain widely known as Mt. Scarstone. Ancient carvings in the hollow beneath suggest a royal relation to the entombed. 140827
Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 12/10/2025It seems that a visitor has brought you a gift... discord.gg/EwZZbpjfPG 0113
Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 12/09/2025Look upon my wo-///-n AWE Feel ou-//-ing legacy and WEEP Stand by my co-/////-nd and march ET//NAL Sh-////- be slain by Rengia’s spea-/ //- my VESSEL 0166
Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 12/08/2025In regions untouched by the wars waged between empires, the Realmbinder's vision remains intact. 03810
Drehmal: APOTHEOSIS @drehmal.net · 15/07/2025The facsimile of a city of water, soon lost. A treasured memento of a free people doomed to die by the uncaring heart of fate. 0197