The Great Tree
Hehe he, you found yourself in this place at a strange time, friend. Contrary, what you see is never what it seems. Ancient, broken vessels of Power and Might, masquerades. A Song silenced, you see. Broken.
Why aren't you a persistent one! Those who wander lands where fate is but a shattered mirror. Well, this place is the original, what's left of it anyway. Strange magic has spawned from these shattered skies, from that scream in the light, like a star falling to earth.
Now, those who survived that Dawn are the heart and soul. Industrious and innovative, survivors in this nightmare. Though touched by those Shadows Plague. Then again, it's the only dream they've ever known, what is a nightmare, then?
The peoples of this world dug themselves out of the ash that fell from the heavens, finding their lost magics slowly. Star bound portal mages, those engineers and artificers, they are getting closer. They all sing the Song of this world. Yet the words... carefully hidden by the ones they follow. Maybe you can help her sing once more, her terrible fate to rediscover.
Those things that call themselves gods? Don't make me laugh, you don't know even the beginning of it. Trust not those touched by Shadow, friend. Trust not the lies hidden behind a mask of truth. The true gods of the Tree are still here, yet, one might find it lethal to search for them. Some things are always watching! Hehe he, Welcome to the Great Tree, Friend.
Why aren't you a persistent one! Those who wander lands where fate is but a shattered mirror. Well, this place is the original, what's left of it anyway. Strange magic has spawned from these shattered skies, from that scream in the light, like a star falling to earth.
Now, those who survived that Dawn are the heart and soul. Industrious and innovative, survivors in this nightmare. Though touched by those Shadows Plague. Then again, it's the only dream they've ever known, what is a nightmare, then?
The peoples of this world dug themselves out of the ash that fell from the heavens, finding their lost magics slowly. Star bound portal mages, those engineers and artificers, they are getting closer. They all sing the Song of this world. Yet the words... carefully hidden by the ones they follow. Maybe you can help her sing once more, her terrible fate to rediscover.
Those things that call themselves gods? Don't make me laugh, you don't know even the beginning of it. Trust not those touched by Shadow, friend. Trust not the lies hidden behind a mask of truth. The true gods of the Tree are still here, yet, one might find it lethal to search for them. Some things are always watching! Hehe he, Welcome to the Great Tree, Friend.
May you find the truth as it billows through its branches
Where to start?
For the current situation!
The Great Tree has 68 Branch Walkers
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