Early spring is coming to Kalros but the winter is refusing to die without a fight.
A mysterious figure arrives from Gamara having travelled weeks to arrive at his destination. He knows where he's going. A place that's long since forgotten and has faded into the background of myth and legend. But to him, it still feels like yesterday and very real. Arriving at the docks at the edge of Kalros, the stranger disembarks and starts his long journey North.
To a place where a High King and Queen once were, a mother of wolves and a wizard. Where thieves found honour. Diplomacy was the tool of the land and enemies once turned into friends came together. Where one of the most powerful places in all of Loka once was and some of its most legendary figures lived.
Where celebration joy once was, but now cold ruins, long since pillaged remain.
They have all since left, scattered to the far ends of the Earth, never to return. But he has
Auru.
The stranger's journey brings them back to the far North of Kalros. The stranger hesitantly enters the old ruins and it breaks his heart. Massive pine trees have grown over everything and most of everything lies in disrepair or is slowly crumbling to the Earth. But, standing tall over everything, is the Spire. Despite how the world of Loka has forever changed, it remains. And so does he.
His name is Commander_12 and was once one of Auru's most loyal members. And he's back.
Auru may be dead but it's not gone. And it's time for it to return.
The wind starts to pick up and leaves rustle at Commander's feet.
Commander swears he can hear a heartbeat in the ground.
He could be just imagining it. But it's real.
It is time.
A mysterious figure arrives from Gamara having travelled weeks to arrive at his destination. He knows where he's going. A place that's long since forgotten and has faded into the background of myth and legend. But to him, it still feels like yesterday and very real. Arriving at the docks at the edge of Kalros, the stranger disembarks and starts his long journey North.
To a place where a High King and Queen once were, a mother of wolves and a wizard. Where thieves found honour. Diplomacy was the tool of the land and enemies once turned into friends came together. Where one of the most powerful places in all of Loka once was and some of its most legendary figures lived.
Where celebration joy once was, but now cold ruins, long since pillaged remain.
They have all since left, scattered to the far ends of the Earth, never to return. But he has
Auru.
The stranger's journey brings them back to the far North of Kalros. The stranger hesitantly enters the old ruins and it breaks his heart. Massive pine trees have grown over everything and most of everything lies in disrepair or is slowly crumbling to the Earth. But, standing tall over everything, is the Spire. Despite how the world of Loka has forever changed, it remains. And so does he.
His name is Commander_12 and was once one of Auru's most loyal members. And he's back.
Auru may be dead but it's not gone. And it's time for it to return.
The wind starts to pick up and leaves rustle at Commander's feet.
Commander swears he can hear a heartbeat in the ground.
He could be just imagining it. But it's real.
It is time.
