The Veil of Dagsmyrka: Laments of A Troubadour

Truth and myth are often divided only by the thinnest of veils. Before the age of kings and heroes, before the fall of the gods, there was a wandering troubadour. He was nameless, save for the songs he carried — songs of sorrow, sacrifice, and forgotten thrones. These seven tales are his lament. A fool who bore the world’s suffering. A soldier whose love became legend. A cursed people who sought the light. A nameless flower, blooming only in night. And more — fragments of truth and myth, blurred until only a veil divides them. The troubadour sings, not to glorify, but to remember. For the world forgets its heroes. And only in song can the nameless live again.