Rostam
The Champion of Champions
Zabulistan
The greatest hero of the epic. Tamer of Rakhsh, slayer of the White Div, bearer of the bull-headed mace. For five hundred years he was the realm's last argument.
An Epic of a Thousand Years
شاهنامهThe Book of Kings
Sixty thousand verses. Fifty kings. One eternal flame. Enter the mythological universe of ancient Persia — where the fate of the world is written in fire and verse.
A thousand years of myth in six acts — the rise of the first king, the fall into night, the banner of revolt, and the birth of the greatest champion the world has known.
Chapter I · The Dawn of Kings
Before cities, before bronze, before the first furrow was cut into the earth — there was Keyumars, first of all kings, who held court upon a mountain throne, clothed in leopard skin. The world was young, and the Farr — the divine light of sovereignty — rested upon him like dawn upon snow. Even the beasts of the wild came to kneel at his feet. But far below, in the shadowed places of the world, the envy of Ahriman began to stir.
Chapter II · The Radiant Age
For seven hundred years Jamshid ruled a world that knew neither death nor hunger. He taught humankind to weave and to heal, to raise walls and sail the rivers; he divided the people into their callings and lifted the first Nowruz into the calendar of the world. Then came the day he looked upon all that light and called it his own — and the Farr fled from him like a falcon loosed from the wrist, never to return.
Chapter III · The Thousand-Year Night
From Jamshid's fall rose Zahhak, the serpent-shouldered tyrant. Ahriman kissed his shoulders, and from each kiss grew a black serpent that could not be cut away — and each dawn they had to be fed with the brains of the young. For a thousand years the realm endured midnight. Mothers hid their sons. The fires in the temples burned low. And in a blacksmith's forge, a hammer struck iron like a heartbeat that refused to stop.
Chapter IV · The Uprising
It was not a prince who broke the silence, but a blacksmith. Kaveh strode into the tyrant's hall, tore up the royal decree, and raised his leather apron on a spear — and that apron became the Derafsh Kaviani, the banner of revolt that would fly before Persian armies for a thousand years. Behind it marched Fereydun, who bound Zahhak in chains within the caverns of Mount Damavand, where the serpent king waits still.
Chapter V · The Gift of Wisdom
A child was born with hair as white as an old man's, and his father, in shame, abandoned him on the slopes of the Alborz. There the Simorgh — the great bird whose wings hold the knowledge of all ages — carried him to her nest above the clouds and raised him as her own. When Zal returned to the world of men, he carried one of her feathers: burn it, she had said, and in your darkest hour I will come.
Chapter VI · The Age of the Champion
By the Simorgh's craft was Rostam born, and the world has never seen his equal since. He tamed Rakhsh, the horse no man could ride; he passed the Seven Labours and slew the White Div in his cave of night; he carried kings on his shoulders for five hundred years. He is the shield of the realm, the measure of every hero who came after — and the heart of the saga you are about to enter.
From the throne of Pars to the riders of Turan, from the Simorgh's nest to the serpent's prison — choose a place on the chart, and hear what the verses say of it.
Select a site on the chart to read its chronicle.
Champions, sages, rebels and tyrants — the souls whose deeds fill sixty thousand verses. Meet them here; face their stories in the game.
The Champion of Champions
Zabulistan
The greatest hero of the epic. Tamer of Rakhsh, slayer of the White Div, bearer of the bull-headed mace. For five hundred years he was the realm's last argument.
The White-Haired Sage
Raised on the Alborz
Abandoned at birth, raised by the Simorgh, returned bearing her feather and her wisdom. Father of Rostam and the quiet mind behind a century of victories.
The Bird of All Ages
Above the Clouds
The immense, ancient bird whose feathers heal and whose counsel turns fate. She raised Zal, delivered Rostam into the world, and answers when her feather burns.
The Son Unknown
Turan
Rostam's son, raised across the border, who rode to find his father — and met him, unknowing, on the battlefield. His story is the saddest verse Ferdowsi ever wrote.
The Maiden of the White Fort
Dezh-e Sepid
When the fort's commander fell, she bound her hair beneath a helmet and rode out alone against Sohrab's army. Her duel bought the realm a warning — and a legend.
The Blacksmith of the Banner
Isfahan
A commoner who tore up a tyrant's decree and raised his apron as a flag. The Derafsh Kaviani flew for a thousand years; the idea it carries has never come down.
The Bronze-Bodied Prince
Balkh
Invulnerable in every limb but his eyes, bound by oath to chain the one man who could not be chained. His duel with Rostam is the epic's most terrible bargain.
The Serpent King
The Western Deserts
Kissed on the shoulders by the Lord of Lies, crowned by treachery, fed by horror. A thousand years of night carry his name — and Damavand still holds his chains.
Swipe to meet more legends.
In the old courts, a traveller who knew the verses ate at the king's table. The custom stands: read, answer, and be rewarded.
The Book of Kings, retold chapter by chapter inside the game — sixty thousand verses distilled into a journey you can actually finish, from the first king to the last.
Every chapter ends before the fire of the quiz. Answer as the dehqans of old would test a traveller: what was said, who said it, and what it cost.
Knowledge mints reward. Correct answers earn REAL — the treasury token of the realm — credited to your account the moment your wisdom is proven.
Seasons, leaderboards and guild banners. Climb from nameless traveller to champion of the realm, and let the scoreboard tell your own small epic.
ز دانش دل پیر برنا بود
“Through knowledge, even an old heart grows young.” — Ferdowsi
Every traveller in the old tales had a sage at the fire. Yours is Hakim — an AI guide trained on the Book of Kings, ready in your pocket, day and night.
Who was Zahhak — and why the serpents?
Ahriman came to him as a flatterer and kissed each shoulder. From each kiss grew a black serpent that no blade could remove — and each dawn demanded a terrible feeding. The serpents are the price of the throne he stole, traveller: tyranny, once kissed into power, must be fed forever.
Every realm keeps a treasury. Ours is REAL — the coin of the Shahnameh universe, struck by wisdom and carried through one gate to the world.
REAL is not bought into being — it is minted by knowledge. Every quiz conquered, every chapter mastered, adds coin to your name in the ledger of the realm.
Lives, scrolls, second chances and seasonal banners — the game's bazaar runs on REAL, and a wise purse outlasts a strong arm.
When your treasury grows heavy, carry it through the gate. The 3REAL portal is where the realm's coin meets the outside world — deposits, withdrawals, and your vault.
Guilds pool their REAL to raise banners, fund seasons and back their champions. A shared treasury is how small players win large wars.
No hero in the Book of Kings rides entirely alone. Choose a banner, pool your treasury, and let your guild's name be written into each season's chronicle.
Wisdom before the sword. The lore-keepers who answer first and answer true.
The fire must not go out. Guardians of the streak, the season, the long game.
No crown above the people. The challengers who storm every leaderboard.
Where the realm needs a champion, we ride. The duelists and high-score hunters.
The realm gathers on Telegram — the game, the sage, and the treasury gate. Take your place at the fire.