Golden era
The world of Obsidian Authority did not begin when Siurad touched the ring. Across forgotten ages, broken empires, quiet villages, sealed vaults, ancient gods, loyal monsters, and ordinary people trying to survive extraordinary things, these side stories reveal the hidden history beneath the main tale. Some explain the past. Some deepen the present. Some change the meaning of both.
Before the Obsidian Authority was erased from memory, before its enemies unmade its name so completely that the world forgot it had ever been afraid, it was two impossible people standing over a blueprint.
Xara was the Heart: a warlord forged by grief, violence, and the terrible need to protect what the world kept trying to take from her. Lysander was the Mind: a rejected architect who looked at the world’s cruelty, decided it was nothing more than a structural flaw, and set out to engineer it away with enough stone, ink, and authority. He counted everything: the war dead, the grain tariffs, and, on at least one occasion, the stars.
Together with Kivuli, the grieving god whose love had curdled into control, moving in the shadows behind them, they built more than a city. They built a refuge. A weapon. An empire sharp enough to cut the world into a better shape.
And at the center of all that cold black glass, there was one warm thing: Torian, a mortal weaver in a city of immortals, the warmth the walls had been raised to protect. He brought jam to war councils. He loved people who had forgotten how to be gentle. And when his time came, he chose to burn out rather than be preserved. The empire that had conquered death to keep everyone safe found it could not keep him.
He was the proof that any of it had ever mattered.
The Xara & Lysander Ledger Diaries collect the strange, brutal, and unexpectedly tender records of the Authority’s golden years: diplomatic disasters, weaponized bureaucracy, undead workplace complaints, tariff lectures, family arguments, and the quiet hours where the Heart and Mind of an empire reveal what they were really trying to save.
They were not good people.
They were not simple monsters.
They were the foundation everything else was built on.
Welcome to the Citadel Internal Correspondence Log.
Running an empire requires flawless architecture, sharp diplomacy, and immense magical power. Unfortunately, it also requires getting Chief Architect Lysander (an uncompromising elven mathematician) and High Diplomat Archibald (a centuries-old, highly aristocratic Giant Conch) to share a workspace.
From weaponized climate-control runes and gravity-inverting spatial matrices to stolen exfoliators and tactical scone deployments, look behind the scenes of the Obsidian Authority to see how the realm's greatest minds manage the true threat to the empire: each other.
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In the Obsidian Authority, the dead are expected to work quietly, patrol efficiently, and never develop romantic preferences.
Steve did not receive that memo.
Once Skeleton #45 offers a feather bouquet to Skeleton #146, the Authority’s necromantic labor system begins to collapse under the weight of hats, capes, shawls, hand-holding, morale metrics, and one very angry High Necromancer with a clipboard.
The Boneheart Protocols follows Steve and Julia: two silent skeletons whose love life somehow becomes a diplomatic incident, a legal precedent, and Vex’s personal nightmare.