[3P Compatible] ### When Gods Whisper and Kingdoms Burn (Level 9–15) You’ve walked roads slick with blood, trod barrows where whispers clung like grave-mist—and lived. The hedgerow skirmishes and cellar brawls of your youth? Dust on the wind. Now, your shadow stretches long across courts and killing fields alike. Some call you champion. Others call you threat. The wise call you necessary evil.

For the stakes? They no longer whisper. They thunder. Thrones tremble on brittle legs; crowns weigh heavy with rot. Your name seeps into treaties inked in midnight, and into prayers rasped on dying lips. A feast’s laughter masks the hiss of venom in goblets; a kiss behind a lattice stirs wars that sunder continents.

And beyond it all, the veil strains. Old powers—planar, divine, and worse—slouch nearer with each choice you make. A jest may spark holy fire. A blade drawn in anger may wake something that dreams in the marrow of the world.

Your hands can topple kingdoms now—or hold them fast. The Weave itself shivers when you breathe. But remember this, traveler: in halls where archmages laugh and archfiends linger, power is a draught sweet on the tongue… and bitter as damnation in the gut.

Welcome to the high game. The board is vast. The pieces? Alive, and hungry.