The Onyx Isles are a hard wasteland of dark glass, the remnants of an ancient war that shook the world to it's very core in a time before mortals, a time when gods were said to have walked the earth. The Queen of the Fae had once been a fae princess of the hash land. That was before she rebelled against her family causing her to be cast out into the lands of the wild fae, were the courts now stand. The Onyx isles are no kind place ruled by fae of such power that even the four princes would pale if their names were to be mentioned.
Jagged fortresses dot the empty landscape, the last memories of an ancient fae kingdom that once had the world under its heel. Rumor has it that Queens family still rule some parts of this landscape, their power bending their territory to them. They are the last of the old fae, gods some have falsely labeled them.
Jagged fortresses dot the empty landscape, the last memories of an ancient fae kingdom that once had the world under its heel. Rumor has it that Queens family still rule some parts of this landscape, their power bending their territory to them. They are the last of the old fae, gods some have falsely labeled them.