The Sundering

The day the god Vallen broke at his own seat, Caer Vallen, and the Vale has been fraying ever since. His weapon broke with him; the largest shard — the Wright's Shard — came to rest east in Vallen's Barrow, where it sleeps still.

No House records it; only the tribes still tell it, generation to generation, the way you'd pass down a wound. The Imperium came east to bind its god closer and instead unmade him: Vallen the Wright broke at Caer Vallen, his seat, and the empire's mandate broke in the same hour. Ash lay on the Rampart for a generation. The largest shard of his sundered weapon was carried — or fell, the tribes disagree — down into the eastern hills, and Vallen's Barrow grew up around where it stopped. So the wound has two halves a long walk apart: the place he broke (Caer Vallen, roofless and empty) and the place his last great piece waits (the barrow). The Vale has lived in the wake of that one day ever since. How the binding became a breaking — by whose hand, for what reason — the histories do not say; that answer kept its silence in the sky (event.the-breaking-of-the-chord).