Chronicles of Aeldoria
Hidden beneath the ruins of forgotten kingdoms
lies an ancient archive β its shelves heavy
with chronicles no living soul has read.
Each album is a rediscovered manuscript from the world of Aeldoria β a realm of ruined castles, wandering knights, ancient dragons and forgotten temples. Dungeon Synth & Dark Fantasy music, composed for those who dare to read.
The World
In an age before memory, when the gods still walked among mortals and magic flowed through every stone and root, the realm of Aeldoria was forged from the collision of six primordial forces β light, shadow, stone, storm, blood, and song.
Empires rose and fell like tides against ancient shores. Knights rode beneath banners long since turned to dust. Dragons carved their names into mountain ranges. And through it all, the Scriptorium kept its vigil β a living archive of all that had passed.
When the Age of Ruin came, the great libraries burned. The scholars fled. The maps dissolved in the dark waters of the Forgetting. Only one archive survived β buried, sealed, forgotten. The Last Scriptorium.
Each chronicle you hear is a manuscript recovered from its shelves β stories of wandering knights in cursed forests, of kingdoms swallowed by sea-fog, of temples where old gods still murmur, of maps that lead to places that no longer exist.
The archive is open. The candles are lit. Turn the page.
Empires swallowed by time β their towers crumbling, their vaults unsealed, their last kings become legends spoken only in the oldest dialects.
Elder wyrms older than the written word, who remember when the stars were different, when the moon had a twin, and when dragons spoke the language of creation.
Oath-bound warriors walking roads that no longer appear on any map β carrying relics, broken promises, and the weight of deeds done in forgotten wars.
Sacred grounds where old rites still echo in the stones β where pilgrim feet wore paths into the bedrock, and something yet listens in the dark beneath the altars.
Gods walked the earth. The six primordial forces shaped the world. The First Cities rose from living stone, and the Old Language was spoken by all.
Men built great kingdoms. Dragons were bound as wardens. The Scriptorium was founded to preserve all knowledge. Magic was codified, taught, sold.
The Sundering. Kingdoms fell in a single season. The libraries burned. The gods went silent. The dragons departed. Survivors called this the Long Dark.
A scholar finds a sealed door beneath the ruins. The archive breathes. Its candles relight themselves. The chronicles await their reader.
The Archive
Each manuscript is a complete musical chronicle β a journey through Aeldoria told through sound. The stories connect. The lore accumulates. The world grows with each new scroll.
Volume I β Chronicles of Aeldoria
Among the ruins of forgotten Aeldoria, a damaged manuscript was discovered beneath the foundations of a collapsed monastery.Its pages tell the story of the Hollow King, last ruler of a kingdom lost to time.
Read this Chronicle βVolume II β Chronicles of Aeldoria
Recovered from a damaged journal preserved within the archives of Saint Aurec. This manuscript recounts the expedition of the pilgrim Edric into the Grey Mountains in search of a forgotten temple older than the Kingdom of Aeldoria itself.
Read this Chronicle βVolume III β Chronicles of Aeldoria
Collected from the testimonies of travelers, monks, hunters and knights, this manuscript recounts the legend of the Witch of Greenwood. Some claimed she could heal any wound. Others believed she spoke with the forest itself. Many sought her wisdom. Few ever returned with answers.
Read this Chronicle βVolume IV β Chronicles of Aeldoria
Among the oldest records preserved within the archive lies the journal of Sir Aldren of Veyr. His account tells of a journey beyond the known world, into the Silver Peaks, where legends spoke of the last living dragon. Many believed the stories were myths. Aldren claimed otherwise.
Read this Chronicle βVolume V β Chronicles of Aeldoria
Among the most enigmatic documents preserved within the archive lies the logbook of Saint Aurec. Its pages describe a voyage beyond every known map, across seas no navigator dared cross. Years after its disappearance, the ship returned. Only three souls remained aboard. None would ever speak of what they had witnessed.
Read this Chronicle βNew chronicles are added regularly as the archive reveals its secrets.
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