Prologue
Fra cineris valdar, sverium dregnatur,
Ne ferrum, ne silfr, sed vesper et dagr.
Mid sanguis venator, ok halitus brad,
Illa scindet noctis, et vekjar aurad.
Thria regnium skelfa, nar rokkr inveniar,
Ad rupta claustrum, et terran uniar.
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From the ash of the fallen, a blade shall be drawn,
Not of iron or silver, but of dusk and of dawn.
With the blood of the hunter, the breath of the prey,
She will sever the night and awaken the day.
Three realms shall tremble when the twilight is found,
To tear down the cages and make the earth bound.
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A prophecy once spoken amongst three kinds in the old Morvath.
Centuries ago, Morvath was whole, but drowning in its own cruelty. A desperate mortal rebellion against the vampiric High Lords ignited a cataclysmic war of extinction. As mortal steel clashed with immortal fangs, and dark magic poisoned the skies, the continent hurtled toward mutual annihilation.
To save the races from total slaughter, the Faerie Queen descended. With a single, sorrowful spell, she cleaved the earth apart, erecting barriers of arcane light that divided Morvath into three isolated realms. She froze the chaos, sealing the borders until the day her prophecy would awaken. Until a creature forged from both sides of the land could rise to undo the chaos that was once caused by foolish creatures.
For ages, the Queen’s riddle was nothing more than a whispered myth. A ghost story sung by the oppressed.
But, some of them still carry the hope within. They prayed. They waited. And kept waiting for the day of harmony to come and a savior to ascend.
