Echoes of the Past

First war ravaged the land of Rorrim, a cult attempted a coup in Mastera. Both conflicts came to an end, and it seemed that the world had found some measure of peace. But when conflict wages, evil often slips through the cracks. An ancient draconian orb lost, a tear in the planes never mended, children of the night beneath the earth never slain, pagan beliefs in an enigmatic being never investigated.

Now three years have passed

In the hallows of trees,
In the shadows of leaves,
In the space between the waves,
In the darkness of the eves,
In the whispers of the wind,
In the bottom of the well,

Slowly places that have been silent for who knows how long,
Have stopped being silent.

Echoes of the Past

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