Universe: The Hundred-Eleven

A grim journal-narrated mercenary saga set in the fractured vassal kingdom of Veleh, where a company of exactly 111 soldiers is bound body and soul to a parasitic human-skin grimoire.


The Hundred-Eleven is a grim military dark-fantasy universe and one of the Loom's frontier stitches — a mercenary saga told through the journal of one bound soldier. It has magic but no cultivation ladder, and it holds one of the multiverse's two confirmed cross-universe anchors. (See the mystery of #45.)

The world

Veleh is a fractured vassal kingdom squeezed between three empires: Mechil to the northeast, Bloria to the northwest, and Ustrus to the southeast, which has ruled Veleh by proxy for fifty years. The setting is medieval-equivalent, and its politics follow real history closely — the source folder keeps the chronology of Michael the Brave (1594–1600) as a structural template: a three-way squeeze, a claimant prince, tax-farming despots, shifting alliances, and betrayal.

Key locations

Power system

The company's power is the Grimoire — a parasitic, human-skin-bound book. A recruit swears an oath on it, takes the "111" brand, and is bound body and soul into the company. It grants strength, endurance, magic-resistance, and clean healing, and it compels killing to feed itself. Its pages hold thousands of names though the company is only ever 111 strong; rank is a number, from #1 the Centurion down to #111, and as soldiers die the survivors are renumbered downward. Trained combat is called the Pattern.

Key characters

Key events

The oath at Tullanon; the siege and sack of the Rift, and Mira's murder; the gold-heist embassy to Beit Haifud; an assassination-and-bribery campaign that buys Veleh's council; an incited peasant revolt in the west; the disastrous battle and retreat at Trantar; and the long bleed home as the roster falls from 82 to 39.

Open hooks

The true nature and origin of the Grimoire and its thousands of names; how long Elric has really served, and how; the Day-61 myth of the oak sapling that grows into a city, takes too much, and chooses to die so something cleaner can grow — which Alden says "reads like the soul-oath in my own brand."

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