The Swordstrummer's Song

Through the endless eternal eons of time, all true things throughout history become forgotten, twisted, lost, or they are used to fulfill the desires of wandering souls seeking their place, their purpose, their elusive meaning. Avara was a world no different. Created by the Arkons, it was a beautiful world, thriving with life that was ever evolving, in body, in mind, and in that which lay most hidden, that which is covertly concealed, that which is the true magic of creation. It is always seeking, searching, struggling to find life's sweet secrets.

Enraged elementals ravaged the land. Factions that once fought ferociously were united, but fearful and fragile they remained. Those that had gained powerful magic derived from the dregs of the elementals, ruled through the guise, the mascaraed, the masked methods of deception. They controlled the flow of knowledge, the flow of food, the edicts, the laws, that lay leaden across the land.

But through choice and chance, through song, through dance, the secrets voice may be heard at last...