THE TIME OF REVELATION IS AT HAND

It began when the temple of Aedndril, sacred birthplace of humanity, inscribed a new prophesy on the the walls of the Auspice’s Chamber for the first time in twelve ages.

The dark clouds fly just over the western sea to cast down a rain of vile fire that only the abyss could birth. And through the bogs a hundred more will billow to their new and fruitful world, which will surely be barren and lifeless as that from which they came by the fall of the last moon. But fear not, for there is a champion among mortals. The faceless wing of the blessed is lost among the many; if not found, all that is lost can never be restored.