Pemiriath
"𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮
𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓮𝓬𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓲𝓵; 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓽, 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓭𝓭𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵"
A long forgotten realm in verge of peril....
Midst of terror and ruins among clans, fight. Scattering chaos and vendetta. Murk creeping through it's surface like poison....
But a world beyond magic exist, lives the chosen one;
embodiment of light, that forsees greater. A hero with great valor, bringing peace through out the land, provoking rampant obscurity.
Sending delegates, representing every lineage from each faction, each one for the certein goal of bringing back the one who symbolizes all
But what if the divination is far pitch from what they project? Seeming as the hardest stone can be turned to diamond? Will they triumph in victory or will it remark to the extinction of posterity?