The sky hangs heavy with promise. A whisper carries the scent of change, a reminder that nature flows ever onward. This is the time for rebirth, to seize the fruits the dark offers. Let us acknowledge this turning point and venture into the unknown with souls prepared. Men of a World of Decay The

A shadow falls 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 withered the very life from the soil. Only a handful of brave souls remain persistent to uncover the secret be