The Sellsword and the Mage: The Palace of Tal'Don

"The End is nigh for you and I, the fates have deemed it so"- An anonymous Dhramian poet, 951 TYA

In a world of races both known and unknown, the Elves grasp all of them by the neck. The Race of Man is fractured as they slash their swords violently in the air, against an enemy they only just found. In the midst, a race once manufactured for the ruin and chaos of the world, now rot on derelict ships. Their history is erased, and their future hangs on the edge of a sword.

Out of this death, a former general and holder of royalty now survives on blood money

Out of the ruins, a blacksmith must forge his way to his people's doom, or find his own death

Out of the hatred, a leader seeks to use his people rage to paint a new future

Those who tell you they know how the war will end, it's a lie. The end is neigh for all, and death's reign is soon to be set.

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