There is one throne in Lionsgate. There are a hundred hands reaching for it. Every coin you earn feeds the King, and every King falls in the end.
A hundred years ago, the black dragon Vyrthrax the Undying burned the old kingdom to the stone. Its lords hid in their towers and let the villages burn. Only one man walked into the Dragon's Maw: a farmhand named Aldric, with a pitchfork and nothing left to lose.
Nobody knows what Aldric said to the dragon. He walked out alive, the dragon went to sleep, and Aldric came home with a crown hammered from the gold the beast had been sleeping on. The people made him King. On his first morning he climbed the castle steps and swore an oath that still binds the realm.
The crown remembers that oath. It slides off the head of any ruler the realm stops talking about and goes looking for whoever is doing the talked-about things: slaying beasts, finishing the impossible quests, toppling Kings. The bards call that fame renown. Everyone else calls it a target.
So in Lionsgate there are only two things you can be. The proverb is older than the castle: you are either King, or you are Skum. Everyone starts at the bottom of that sentence.
“Let no King rule forever. When a better soul comes along, let the crown leave my head and go to theirs, even if they are only a farmhand.”
Every server is its own kingdom, and every kingdom is a race. Your rank is set by your renown, and your rank makes you stronger or weaker. Nobody stays on top for long.
Start with a rusty sword and a hundred gold. Hunt chickens at Sunnybrook Farm, then goblins, werewolves, raptors and storm titans. Every quest, every kill and every royal you topple earns renown. Climb the ladder fast, because one death sends you back to the bottom.
Earn the most renown and the crown finds you. Command the town guards, proclaim royal decrees, and watch the King's Tax pour into your coffers. The longer you reign, the higher the tax, and the angrier the realm.
Slay the King and you plunder his coffers and plunge Lionsgate into Anarchy: ten minutes of every soul for themselves, after which the most renowned stands crowned. Or whisper to Fennick the coin-flipper and start a civil war from inside the court.
Walk to a land's waystone once and it remembers you forever. Every land has its own monsters, its own quests and a boss that has eaten better adventurers than you.
Every land has a tyrant. Slay one and the whole realm hears your name. Slay all of them, then take the crown without dying once, and you become The One True King.
A hundred years asleep on a bed of melted crowns. Every child in Lionsgate grows up hearing his name. Lately the Maw has been warm again, and the whelps have started hatching.
Dragon's Maw · Level 22–30 · Bring friends. Bring a lot of friends.
Not everyone in Lionsgate wants to kill you. Some only want your gold. One wants to talk about the weather.
Stay away from the realm for more than a day and Mortimer comes round with his wheelbarrow. Your gear is the King's now. It's the law. He's very sorry. (He isn't.)
Nothing personal, friend. Just paperwork.
Some say if you fall far enough out of the world, someone at the bottom grants wishes. Some say the wishes come with very small print.
Three wishes? Who told you three?
A gentleman of the highest branch. Climb the vine, sit a while and talk about the weather. He has never once asked you to slay anything, and he's wonderful company.
Lovely day for it, isn't it? For what, you ask? For anything at all.
A friendly little flower in the far corner of the realm. Very friendly. So friendly. Go ahead, talk to it.
You sure like that EXP, don't you?Hover or tap to say hello.
Stands by the fountain answering every question a new adventurer has ever asked, usually at length. Ask him about the dragon. Then ask him why his hands shake.
Pays in Dark Tokens for every royal you put in the dirt. Level ten, one royal kill to your name, and no crown on your head, or the bouncers won't let you down the stairs.
The last face you see after the first time you die, and the first face you see after. She sends you back lighter: no renown, no gear, half your experience. Try not to visit often.
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Some are worth diamonds. Some are worth a story. None of them are on any map.
“Fall far enough and someone at the bottom will grant your wishes. Wish carefully. He keeps receipts.”
Heard near the goblin rocks“A gentleman lives where the jungle grows tall. He has never fought a monster. He has never needed to.”
Overheard at the Tikihana trailhead“In the far corner of the realm, something is smiling at you. Keep talking until there's nothing left to say.”
Scratched into a waystone“The chickens of Sunnybrook remember every one of their fallen. Every hundredth, they come for you.”
Sunnybrook Farm, unofficiallyThe crown is out there looking for its next head. It doesn't care where you come from. It only cares what the realm is saying about you.