The moon hangs heavy with potential. A breeze carries the scent of harvest, a reminder that nature turns ever onward. This is the time for renewal, to seize the fruits the dark yields. Let us celebrate this transition and venture into the shadowed with hearts ablaze. Men of a World of Desolation The winds howl through shattered cities, carrying

A shadow creeps over the land. The once-vibrant fields now lie barren, a testament to the waning influence of the last king. Whispers spread through the villages, speaking of a curse that has sapped the very life from the soil. Only a handful of brave souls remain persistent to uncover the mystery behind this ecological plight. Their journey guides