Firiona Vie has long been in ruins. How ironic that the civilized world, is left in ruins, nothing more but statues broken to pieces. It was not only the Firiona Vie faction that was damaged by the unknown impact. One boat arrived on our shores, promising that surely more shall come with the much needed supplies.
Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. As the number of thunder fills the sky, as much as, what was once the number of rain. It is clear no one shall come. The arrogant High elves religion must have cursed this planet. No one would have imagined the world would have crumbled, allowing the Iksar to prosper. These foolish Iksar will rejoice in this moment, as if it was their foolish tactics that had won.
If anyone reads this. The Outpost of Overthere is little of what it used to be. One last offensive is our only chance on this cursed continent.
Travelers, Adventurers, choose your course in the last moments, of the Rise of Kunark!
(Had to get Emo, to get into character to make the story better. Hopefully that countered paranoia or whatever. /shrugs)
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