"Grian, I hereby sentence you to be BANISHED from this land. Your acts have been deemed treasonous. You have one day to pack whatever you can carry and fly away." Scar smiled evilly from his seat atop the throne. "And don't try to return." What happens when a power-hungry ruler and a chaotic resistance leader clash? T...
They sat atop the hill, close, but not quite touching. His voice rang out loud and clear, like a lightning strike on a clear day. "Grian, everywhere the light touches, is ours." Grian glanced out over the piles of badly lit up sand sitting before them, before turning his attention back to the person beside him. "Scar...
Watchers. Mythical beings of immense power, their original purpose having been to guide and protect the balance of Servers. But now, their purpose has been forgotten, their benevolence destroyed when one of their own was seemingly murdered by the cruel Players of the land. Now, they are said to go about the different...