Bezrick Greyblood is a person... or two. He knows who he is but he's really just starting to learn about why he is the way he is. His past life seems to be breaking through. Memories he never had are blooming in his mind and they aren't all that pleasing.

This is a story about morality, apathy, humanity, and admiration, but more than that, its a story about a group of friends. A group of four brothers, who were all broken at one time but were trained and fixed under one master. They'll explore the world of Irith and see all it has to offer as well as all the horrors it holds.

I'm not good at writing synopsises so I'll just talk about my world here. Irith is a world composed of eight giant continents that circle around the world tree in the center. The world itself is flat, held atop a giant hippo that drinks all the world's oceans and boils them in his mouth to create steam that rises from his snout and turns into clouds. These clouds go through all of Irith creating it's four seasons.

The magic system itself is a mix of classic western fantasy with a wuxia/eastern cultivation system. I focused mainly on giving it rules within conflict, so that fights made sense and magic doesn't suddenly fix everything out of nowhere. But I also wanted to be able to expand on the world in anyway I liked and I think I was able to make it work.

There are gods, empires, ages, guilds, eldlitch horrors, flying ships, power hierarchies, and magic systems. The magic system is probably the one that I'm most proud of.

And yes, this is a progression fantasy.