The Winter of The ForgottenWinter had come once again, and it laid down a fresh blanket of white snow, settling in the cracks and wounds of an aged land.The Winter of The Forgotten
The season had slowly been getting darker at each turn of the globe. Many suspected that The Forgotten had cursed the lands, but the prophets of these times were simple and developing, with no coherency or proof to base these theories on. Great scars adorned the land. Forests were burned. Bodies of water drained dry. Cracks and craters littered the surface of once beautiful meadows and ranges. And the Gods wept for the death of their child, nature.
It had been The Forgotten. There were none
The ProlitorRaymond slowly rowed his boat towards the docks. It was another busy day. The dirty green waters lapped against his old, faithful wooden boat, and he slowed his pace. He hit the docks lightly, and hopped off his vessel. He stretched his old limbs to relieve himself of the ache they contained. Casting his gaze towards his trusty boat, he grasped the wooden crate it beared, and heaved it onto the pier. Stopping to take a breath, he once again lifted it, and began to walk towards the merchant's stand. He was too old for this now.The Prolitor
He dumped the crate of fish next to his friends stand and couighed, grabbing his attention. A large, old
Corrupted Chains - Part 2Walking towards the mud-stained, moss coated walls, Vierke already regretted taking the Elector's gold. He couldn't turn back on his choice now, though. He trod sadly towards the great gate and demanded to be let past. The guards obliged, clearly not wanting to disturb this peculiar man, and Vierke entered the Docks.Corrupted Chains - Part 2
It was a filthy cess-pit. He stood upon rickety boards, layed down upon murky marsh water. Plants grew freely and covered much of the walls. Water lapped over most buildings, staining them with a thick green substance. Vierke had seen worse. Strolling forwards, he was quite remarked by the sheer emptiness of the plac
Cont Xerxes part 4“And yea, death did descend from the sunder’d sky on wings black as night, swinging his deadly blade, hoping to destroy the nonbeliever . And thus the eternal stuggle against ye infidel was begun.”Cont Xerxes part 4
Extract from the Holy Book of Agamus.
Many hundreds of years before current events, before the old City was founded, there was a monastery on what would one day be Palace Mound in Stygia. The monks there were secretive, like many monks, but these monks did not try to enlighten the simple country folk, but to enslave and to indoctrinate with an iron will. They were Apostles of Agemus, and a crueller faith could not
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