LecternOfJasper
Breathe gold. Think light.
"A thousand worlds pillaged from a thousand souls. The Uncreated have been beaten back by 108 burning spears each 108 meters in length. The Waste that Was is reformed, and the Temple of Mouths now rises again amidst the roil of ash and smoke.
A thousand souls pillaged from a thousand worlds. And Armok bids them dance this round together."
- The Dreamer
Who are you, who has wandered so close to greatness, and fallen so low as to meet Armok's gaze? A mighty general, cut down in his prime by trusted advisors? An omnicidal clown, bleeding out of reality through a wound that could not be? The greatest villain of all worlds, shown forgiveness and left to rot in the carcass of their dying realm? Another spark of light in this newfound darkness?
These are the mighty few selected by Armok for another chance. A chance at greatness. A chance to struggle again, to cling to all they hold dear. A chance for blood and strife to be sown once more. And this chronicle will display their efforts, for good or ill.
And so you rise, you bloody few, to build into paradise what you have lost.
Note: All credit for the concept of Armok goes to Bay12 Games, the creators of Dwarf Fortress. I am in no way associated with the creatives behind that project, and am simply riffing on their old naming structure, because it's awesome and they're awesome. Check them out, if you dare. A thousand souls pillaged from a thousand worlds. And Armok bids them dance this round together."
- The Dreamer
Who are you, who has wandered so close to greatness, and fallen so low as to meet Armok's gaze? A mighty general, cut down in his prime by trusted advisors? An omnicidal clown, bleeding out of reality through a wound that could not be? The greatest villain of all worlds, shown forgiveness and left to rot in the carcass of their dying realm? Another spark of light in this newfound darkness?
These are the mighty few selected by Armok for another chance. A chance at greatness. A chance to struggle again, to cling to all they hold dear. A chance for blood and strife to be sown once more. And this chronicle will display their efforts, for good or ill.
And so you rise, you bloody few, to build into paradise what you have lost.