The Evernight has ended, and
Her forces of darkness gather. Tolossa dulls, the unforgiving steppe squabbles and Shadow Reach grows. In this time, of a century of blood, tales were told throughout ruined lands. One figure eclipsed the rest. From the wild steppes of Hykhune, to the arid desert of Sundassia, they whispered her name with deeds of greatness and destruction.
The Wanderer. In
Tolossa's civil war, in
Dwarven ruins of ancient bloodlines, or guarding an
Elven child who could bring forth a new age, cleaving a path with the axe of her peoples, she strides desolation. Mystery and intrigue follow her gigantic shadow, but one thing is absolute: where she treads, blood flows.
