A Refugee's Journal
We the Creators, heard the Voices call. We the Creators, claimed Haven for our own. We the Creators, rose a civilization for the future...
...We the Creators, witnessed the Dwellers sweep across the lands...
...We the Creators, are all that's left...
The Aevi. That is what they were called before. Architects of the old Legends. Many of us chose to call them the Voice of the Seed, god of all living things. Our saviors from an age long ago. We came to power because of them. And we are alive because of them. The Aevi told us of the greatness they witnessed in their time... and of the sins they committed before it was all over.
They called It, Nalferos, the Voice of the End and Nether. It gave them the power they sought, and tricked them into setting it free from the confines that kept them safe from It. Nalferos grew in strength and used the very powers that It had given the Aevi against them, forcing the once Noble of all beings to ultimately sacrifice their entire bloodline to secure the future of the world. The Aevi faced death willingly. All was not lost they said. We were living proof. They told us these things to prepare us for the coming days.
Nalferos has risen. We are not alone in this world any longer. The first signs of the Extinction were too subtle to see. By the time we could act, the Void Dwellers came, the corrupted Aevi from the old legends. Many were swallowed by the darkness that stretched across the land, like black veins seeking more life to snuff from existence. What were we to do? We rallied in a last effort to stop the spread of the Extinction once and for all, just as our saviors had done thousands of years ago. We assaulted what we thought was the only source of Nalferos's power and destroyed the living conduit inside It's realm of the Nether. We were fools to believe it would end so easily...
We have arrived at the Province of Aurafall, the fabled lands of mystery and ancient wonder. The very lands where the Aevi first originated, or so they say. Our once great cities lie in smoldering ruins behind us, lost to the Dwellers that took them after the fight. Nalferos is hunting us... We suspect, It will always be hunting us....
I leave this journal here, for you to find fellow Creator, in hopes that it will serve as a warning, and an insight. Although I do not know you, I fear for you. Will you let the light of this realm guide you on your journey? Or will you fall from grace, and abandon your brothers and sisters for the promise of power, just as the Dwellers of the Old Age did so long ago? Balance is key to our survival. We march tomorrow, for the Citadel in the mountains. Perhaps we will meet there face to face one day? We must rebuild and prepare for the inevitable. It is coming. It will not stop. We make our stand here and await the approaching Extinction. We the Creators, WILL survive.
...We the Creators, witnessed the Dwellers sweep across the lands...
...We the Creators, are all that's left...
The Aevi. That is what they were called before. Architects of the old Legends. Many of us chose to call them the Voice of the Seed, god of all living things. Our saviors from an age long ago. We came to power because of them. And we are alive because of them. The Aevi told us of the greatness they witnessed in their time... and of the sins they committed before it was all over.
They called It, Nalferos, the Voice of the End and Nether. It gave them the power they sought, and tricked them into setting it free from the confines that kept them safe from It. Nalferos grew in strength and used the very powers that It had given the Aevi against them, forcing the once Noble of all beings to ultimately sacrifice their entire bloodline to secure the future of the world. The Aevi faced death willingly. All was not lost they said. We were living proof. They told us these things to prepare us for the coming days.
Nalferos has risen. We are not alone in this world any longer. The first signs of the Extinction were too subtle to see. By the time we could act, the Void Dwellers came, the corrupted Aevi from the old legends. Many were swallowed by the darkness that stretched across the land, like black veins seeking more life to snuff from existence. What were we to do? We rallied in a last effort to stop the spread of the Extinction once and for all, just as our saviors had done thousands of years ago. We assaulted what we thought was the only source of Nalferos's power and destroyed the living conduit inside It's realm of the Nether. We were fools to believe it would end so easily...
We have arrived at the Province of Aurafall, the fabled lands of mystery and ancient wonder. The very lands where the Aevi first originated, or so they say. Our once great cities lie in smoldering ruins behind us, lost to the Dwellers that took them after the fight. Nalferos is hunting us... We suspect, It will always be hunting us....
I leave this journal here, for you to find fellow Creator, in hopes that it will serve as a warning, and an insight. Although I do not know you, I fear for you. Will you let the light of this realm guide you on your journey? Or will you fall from grace, and abandon your brothers and sisters for the promise of power, just as the Dwellers of the Old Age did so long ago? Balance is key to our survival. We march tomorrow, for the Citadel in the mountains. Perhaps we will meet there face to face one day? We must rebuild and prepare for the inevitable. It is coming. It will not stop. We make our stand here and await the approaching Extinction. We the Creators, WILL survive.