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As Thorn walked towards the temple he looked at the road and the huts and wondered how a city would look like. The supreme mother had told him about the elven cities she had lived in but he just couldn't imagine that the road he walked on would only be concidered a small path in the city. And then the number of people she mentioned... She must have exagerated. Then again Thorn couldn't remember the supreme mother ever exagerating. Still more then twenty times the people that lived in the whole valley all in one place? Thorn just couldn't picture it. As he drew closer he saw the square in front of the temple clearer and saw there were a few

As long as there have been shifters they have been looked upon with suspicion. At first people hardly made a difference between them and their ancestors the true sufferers of the lycanthropic curse. Being outcasts the shifters formed small nomadic groups that stayed away from civilization for the most part. It was one of those groups, the Greenmoon clan as they called themselves, that discovered ruins in a valley deep in the hills. Now this wasn't unusual as many ruins could be found here from the times of empires past. The leader of the Greenmoon clan felt strangely attracted to the ruins and started exploring them. He found out that this

120 years ago the kingdom of Alardia was prosperous and it was well known in the lands around Alardia. King Faldus III reigned the kingdom and had just won a third war and had founded a new port city that had attracted many merchants that brought more wealth. The kingdom seemed to have a great future, but everything changed when one man came to the capital. He was a charismatic man that quickly gathered several followers. His most devote followers soon formed almost religious groups and rumors started to spread of strange rituals being performed. King Faldus was getting worried by how fast the influence of this man was growing but also by t

Long long ago the world was still a rugged place full of fire and uncontrolled elements that raged on endlessly. No life was possible here but for one kind. This was the age of the titans. Huge beasts that were connected to the storms and the fire and the raging seas and all the other elements in their rawest forms. The titans then were pure instinct and if anyone could have seen them it must have been a terrifying sight as they often clashed with eachother creating devastation unknown in this day and age. But slowly the world calmed down and so also the titans calmed down. The first mortals appeared, but they were but dots for the titans a