II: The Unbeknown Massacre of Broodth. The brothers arrived on Dome-Wyrd's shores, a sandy sizzle, with the piercing dawn. Disrupting the tide, all of the royal-Elvan brothers stood side-by-side, behind their father, heads depressed. Eyes shut and silence filled the room as they faced all of the kingdom’s guards. a few dozen filled the room, standing attentively below the stairs. A storm rolled in, with the cue of crackling thunder, occupying the ship’s quarters, were the brothers, whom previously were arguing. The Elvan king shouted with a freshly poured stein in his hand. “My sons! Our perilous journey is being heavenly rewarded! I'm sure of it! The premonition I had.. the moon shines down on us." He slowly states as he limps his frail frame toward a window in the cabin, with a perfect view of the moon. Illuminating the sea below- perhaps it was the angle, or the alcohol, but the illumination from the moon made the water glow like an ethereal bridge to an unknown pr...
The page you find yourself reading, is the only documentation, the only accounts of a microcosm infected in a state of perpetual terminus. I, Ghloth The Astral, am one of the four, archaic observers, spawned into creation by the grand archaic ones- The Watchers. Three ages have come and passed, the only light that fills the sky, is the hope that some mortal, somewhere, reading this, might just be the next one to light this doomed lands, fading, and hopeless, worldly fire.