Hybern

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The King of Hybern's ancient island realm, a fortress of ash and iron where an army gathers to tear down the Wall and enslave the mortal world.

Hybern is the oldest enemy of the Treaty, a kingdom that has never forgotten the War five hundred years gone and has spent every century since sharpening its blades. Its High King rules with a will of iron and a voice that carries the weight of the Cauldron's stolen power, and from his throne he commands an army of fae, beasts, and Made horrors that grows larger with every moon. The island is a fortress unto itself—no fleet has ever taken its shores, and no spy has ever returned from its depths.

Appearance

Hybern rises from the grey-green sea like a clenched fist—black cliffs sheathed in mist, beaches of pale ash-sand, and a capital city of obsidian and bone that glitters with watch-fires night and day. The air tastes of salt and cold iron, and the wind carries the sound of hammers forging chains and the low, ceaseless chanting of the King's priests.

Also known as: Hybern Isle, the King's Realm, the Old Enemy, the Ash Isle

What They Know

• Hybern's soil is laced with iron, making it a place where even High Fae magic feels thin and sluggish unless one is born to it.
• The King of Hybern has held the throne for over five centuries, his reign unbroken by any coup or challenger.
• The island's great ash forests are harvested to make the only arrows that can pierce a faerie's heart, and Hybern's smiths forge them by the thousand.
• The capital, Irath, is built from the bones of the mountain and the teeth of the sea—a city of black stone and white spires that never sleeps.
• The King's wizards have learned to brew faebane in vats, enough to poison the wells of entire courts if they choose.
• Hybern's harbor is said to be enchanted: no ship can approach without the King's leave, and the waters themselves are patrolled by things older than the fae.

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