Guardians Of Nimoway
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Dernière publication lun., janv. 23, 2012
In the realm of Altaar, an elf by the name of Sen has been exiled from her lands and into the vast desert full of emptiness and despair. She's left wandering aimlessly as an outcast and a forgotten soldier whose name once burned legendary. Until she stumbled upon a spoken myth; the forest of Gardavia, the land of the dryad's.
There she comes across Nara'Elenne, a dryad of serenity and protector of the sacred lands, who will do anything to keep her kind from extinction. Upon finding out that her city is within the eye of war, she is ordered to leave her home in search of the dragons of Seledine, the true guardians of the forest.
With two serparate motives but one single desire of the destruction of Thalazar, Sen and Nara'Elenne join forces and set out on a quest to end the war between races forever and win back the safety of their kingdoms and the respect of their names.
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