Lazzamore
WAAAAAAAAAA-
The Lines have been drawn in blood and misery. In the Great Mount, bronze is sharpened, magic honed, and bows bent. The beasts and beast-masters of the Garden of change ready there souls for an onslaught of fire and vengeance. This time is the War of the Gods, and it will be known, unmistakably, as a very dark time in history.
In the Dragons City armies mobilize. Humans, Dru'dar, Dragons and People of Lead prepare themselves to serve their trio of gods and their mighty, divinely-elected Champions.
In the garden of change, all things living prepare noxious poisons, sharpen claws, and harden fangs. Every creature, small and large, plant and fungus, fish and bird, mammal and reptile alike are completely, one hundred percent devoted to Mutare the lord of Change. They desire in burning fashion to prove themselves worthy.
In Obus, a feeling of great angst has come over the creatures. Goddesses and gods all over are called attention to the growing hate and violence in the north.
Today will be a terrifying day. In a distant, dark land, Voltrieg the Arch-devil of war and blood-shed, licks his lips in eager thirst... Let it begin.
In the Dragons City armies mobilize. Humans, Dru'dar, Dragons and People of Lead prepare themselves to serve their trio of gods and their mighty, divinely-elected Champions.
In the garden of change, all things living prepare noxious poisons, sharpen claws, and harden fangs. Every creature, small and large, plant and fungus, fish and bird, mammal and reptile alike are completely, one hundred percent devoted to Mutare the lord of Change. They desire in burning fashion to prove themselves worthy.
In Obus, a feeling of great angst has come over the creatures. Goddesses and gods all over are called attention to the growing hate and violence in the north.
Today will be a terrifying day. In a distant, dark land, Voltrieg the Arch-devil of war and blood-shed, licks his lips in eager thirst... Let it begin.