Legend

Time itself is the spinster of the long-forgotten; for her Eyes do not overlook the most insignificant of truths, nor do they miss the darkest of lies. The intricate latticework woven by the threads of fate, the haggard tales are told, whispering the shadows of those that once tilted their heads to the stars.

They are the myths of creation, of broken taboos and heartbreak. There are tales of great Kings that all but have dwindled to ashes; and those who pledged their loyalty with each ripping of claw and slashing of fang that had run, side by side, among the silent shadows, as brothers that were united through blood and battle.

For it is the story of the how the Mist came into being, and an ever spinning tale of love, devotion and war...