Nothing to say, yet
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Our story begins in an unconventional place, where the loss of history and gods challenges the world. Instead of resigning, the world fights back, facing challenges and finding allies in the cosmos. Our heroes include the gith, the Hadozi, the sylvans of Gundren, Tork the Alchemist, Fortune, and a strange blue scholar. Threats come from the Gidyanki, monstrous bugs, plants and monsters, and tentacled creatures. But perhaps the real monsters are within ourselves. We must decide what we would do to save our home, friends, and ourselves. Our story started in an unconventional place. A place not many stories start. With the end of every single story that came before it. How does a world recover from the loss of its history? From the loss of its gods? Does the divine magic cease to flow? Do the denizens of this world resign themselves, allowing that very world to sink into the abyss to be forgotten? No. It strikes out into the stars, carving a new path for the generations to come, refusing to submit to the powers that work against them, but instead facing the great fire and saying, Bring it on. Our journey has only started, but our heroes have already made waves in the galaxy they call home, finding allies among the cosmos, the gith and their confident but humble demeanor, the Hadozi, a young species new to the stars just like we were not long ago, or the sylvans of Gundren, whose wisdom and friendship has kept the ascension alive these last few decades. Perhaps it's even more personal. What of the newfound comrades in Tork the Alchemist, a healer hoping to find a lost friend, and Fortune, the child from a planet we know nothing about, laughable brigands, a monster running a tavern, perhaps even a strange blue scholar bearing gifts? Or perhaps your mind wanders elsewhere. Perhaps you prefer to face the threats, the Gidyanki, foreign invaders striking from their home in the astral sea, but for what purpose and under whose command? Monstrous bugs heralded by a creature with golden liquid rage falling from its mouth, plants and monsters from the whirlwinds of Gundren hiding a great beast in the storms, or perhaps the tentacled creatures whose purple visages are a nightmare themselves. Or maybe, just maybe, perhaps they are all distractions. Perhaps the real monsters are you, just waiting to be pushed a little too far, to lose a little too much. What would you do to save your home, your friends, or maybe just yourself? You decide.
