As darkness descends upon the land, you steel your arms and grit your teeth. Nothing is easily accomplished in this world, and for everything you take, you’ll lose a piece of yourself.

We’ll, looks like we’ve got another one. I would say welcome, but I think that’d give the wrong impression. “Welcome” implies I’m happy you’re here, but, truth be told, I’m not. And you shouldn’t be either. This land is cursed, and naught a single good thing will sprout from its blood-stained soil. Many have tried to make a change, and all have failed. What makes you think you’ll make a difference? Stupidity? A false concept of heroism? Hogwash. All you’ll make is fine meat for the grinder, friend.

The Year of the Advent

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