The sky hangs heavy with potential. A chill carries the scent of harvest, a reminder that the cycle shifts ever onward. This is the time for renewal, to cull the fruits the dark offers. Let us celebrate this turning point and forge into the shadowed with souls prepared. Men of a World of Ruin The winds howl through shattered cities, carrying whi
The Final King's Yield
A shadow creeps over the land. The once-vibrant fields now lie fallow, a testament to the waning power of the last king. Whispers circulate through the villages, speaking of a curse that has sapped the very life from the soil. Only a handful of brave souls remain persistent to uncover the truth behind this ecological plight. Their journey carries t