Saphery

Saphery is the kingdom of magic, a land of enchanted meadows and drifting glamours where the winds of sorcery blow so strong that the very streams are said to whisper and the flowers open in colours found nowhere else. At its heart rises the White Tower of Hoeth, a spire of pale stone lifted like a needle of moonlight above the fields, and within it dwell the Loremasters — the deepest scholars of the asur, keepers of vortex-lore, the old wards, and an age's hoarded arcane theory. It was in Saphery that the elves first learned to master the terrible gift that had nearly destroyed them, and the kingdom has guarded that mastery jealously ever since.

Such knowledge draws enemies as honey draws flies, and so the Tower is warded in steel no less than in spell. Upon its winding stairways stand the Swordmasters of Hoeth, warrior-ascetics whose greatblades move swifter than the eye can follow, sworn to guard the Loremasters and their secrets to the last. Saphery makes little noise in the councils of Ulthuan; it raises no great fleets and boasts no proud chivalry. Its power is the quiet kind — a stillness that hangs over the meadows like the held breath before a storm breaks — and the enemies of the asur have learned, always too late, just how much that quiet was holding back.