The throne is empty.
Raise your host.

When the last Sovereign died without an heir, the great houses tore the realm apart rather than let a rival sit the throne. The maesters call it the Sundering. To end it, the dying king's Ledgerkeepers worked one final rite: they bound the realm's champions, from its knights and beasts to its wights and firstborn flames, into soulstone, and wrote every binding into the Great Ledger, a book no lord can burn and no scribe can forge. A thousand unseen witnesses keep it, and all of them must agree before a single word is written.

Above the Ledger sits the Blind Weaver, the fate that decides which champion answers a summoning. She cannot be bribed, for she has no hands; she cannot be read, for she has no eyes. Her threads are spun from the Ledger itself.

Now the banners are yours to raise. Summon champions at the brazier. Send them into the deep mines, where soulstone sweats Ember. Give two of equal rarity to the Rite of Union and forge a greater bloodline. Wager Ember on trial by combat in the Arena, where the Crown still takes its tithe. Or sell your sworn swords for coin in the Market; the realm has always run on gold.

The throne of Emberfall stays empty. But a host must still be raised, and every deed you do is witnessed forever.