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P R O L O G U E
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Daughter of Grief, The Immortal Child, Destroyer of Worlds, Mistress of Evil, Unchained by Demons, Shackler of Shadows, rises from her broken bindings within the Hellscape. A creation of Corruption, she holds and bleeds the essence of the Destructors, claiming the steps of her Mother, the Bane of Alterans. Consumed by Wrath, all she was made to know is to ruin.. ruin all before her. Kind, or weak, or defiant, it mattered not.
Seeping through the Veil, tiptoeing around the Twilight Blockade that failed to seal her, she arrives within the Realm of Feeraidah which was home to mythical creatures, ancient in their own right. Here, Ancient Kaven rests. Here the sister of Vata’inu drifts. Here the Sirens sing upon the coastlines. Here in its endless forests, the Fae tongue is spoken. A land of mischief and wonder. Towers and castles of stone and seas sprinkle within the wild continent. Arfelin, One of the three settlements found within Feeraidah, was ruled by an Archduchess. A city that is built to live within intrinsic harmony with nature and wildlife. Upon the corner of the world, it fell first to the Daughter of Grief, its forests overcome by enslaved shadows of soldiers from the Veil, forced into duty and bidding. Its citizens are consumed by them, broken and forced to follow in toe in the midst of their corruption. Then came Eyfaluna, a land that rests upon the shores of the Seas of Illanor, hosting great longships and a city made of marbled stone. Its Archduke fought long and hard, until he too fell to a violent blade in a valiant battle. The Oedellian Wilds held her long enough, the Mountains of Senlian faltering soon after, the Kyssaei Highlands kept her occupied until the rest of the Seas of Ilanor expanded before her. Stronger, confident, she turned then to her core purpose. To terrorize those that felled her Mother. A faceless expression shifted beneath her helm, features non-existent, a creature full of grief and anguish. Dark shadowy tendrils followed behind her like a cloak and with a flick of her hand, a tear formed through the Veil as it shook under the weight of Titans Ascending. Feeraidah weeps …as Altera welcomes her.
P R O L O G U E
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Daughter of Grief, The Immortal Child, Destroyer of Worlds, Mistress of Evil, Unchained by Demons, Shackler of Shadows, rises from her broken bindings within the Hellscape. A creation of Corruption, she holds and bleeds the essence of the Destructors, claiming the steps of her Mother, the Bane of Alterans. Consumed by Wrath, all she was made to know is to ruin.. ruin all before her. Kind, or weak, or defiant, it mattered not.
Seeping through the Veil, tiptoeing around the Twilight Blockade that failed to seal her, she arrives within the Realm of Feeraidah which was home to mythical creatures, ancient in their own right. Here, Ancient Kaven rests. Here the sister of Vata’inu drifts. Here the Sirens sing upon the coastlines. Here in its endless forests, the Fae tongue is spoken. A land of mischief and wonder. Towers and castles of stone and seas sprinkle within the wild continent. Arfelin, One of the three settlements found within Feeraidah, was ruled by an Archduchess. A city that is built to live within intrinsic harmony with nature and wildlife. Upon the corner of the world, it fell first to the Daughter of Grief, its forests overcome by enslaved shadows of soldiers from the Veil, forced into duty and bidding. Its citizens are consumed by them, broken and forced to follow in toe in the midst of their corruption. Then came Eyfaluna, a land that rests upon the shores of the Seas of Illanor, hosting great longships and a city made of marbled stone. Its Archduke fought long and hard, until he too fell to a violent blade in a valiant battle. The Oedellian Wilds held her long enough, the Mountains of Senlian faltering soon after, the Kyssaei Highlands kept her occupied until the rest of the Seas of Ilanor expanded before her. Stronger, confident, she turned then to her core purpose. To terrorize those that felled her Mother. A faceless expression shifted beneath her helm, features non-existent, a creature full of grief and anguish. Dark shadowy tendrils followed behind her like a cloak and with a flick of her hand, a tear formed through the Veil as it shook under the weight of Titans Ascending. Feeraidah weeps …as Altera welcomes her.
Credit: Lore on Feykin Jstar