Here comes the Blacksmith’s child carrying his old man’s vocation, following his tracks, so wild, resisting all abomination.
Born from nothing, the one preceding all creation, life and order now returns as he’s exceeding limits of the balance border.
Rumor has it, that the east winds were carrying songs of magic, sang by maiden through the beasts, calming, cleansing all their tragic.
Here comes the goddess, chained – the sole Mistress of The Night. Now her passion has been drained by aura with a crimson light.
Here comes the curious buy whose strength he did neglect, a black sheep with a furious strive for gaining intellect. Drifting through the wonder of an amazing spirit circus, he found a mystic soul – the Monger, who gave his life a better purpose. Dancing with the long forgotten flustered spirits of the dead, they…
Here comes the burned and only master of diseases. Now he has been turned into parasitic fleshless pieces.
Rumor has it, that behind the hills, by countless eons bounded, among the firstborns of his kind, a stranger treated many wounded.
Here comes the one, exiled, remnant of a Fire clan. The rules of common law defiled, now he’s always on the run.
Long before the man existed to walk the Earth evolving, learning, an item – cursed, corrupted, twisted locked away a passion burning.
In the name of mother nature.