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∟ All parts of the plant are toxic, especially the seeds and roots, and especially when ingested. Under the
right conditions the plant grows quite rapidly during the growing season and can reach heights of 8 feet (2.4
m), with a long penetrating root. The plant has a distinctive odor usually considered unpleasant that carries
with the wind.
- . . .
Veil has fallen.
- Banau has fallen.
- Orolaga has fallen.
- Cólle. Leósia. Perpigny. Bellescar. Oxmire. Mausar. Roalieme. Béssion. Cuenea. Alziledo. They all fall.
no sustainable liquids without purification first - purifying creatures cannot keep up with the demand, and the animals begin to go
next. Vegetation grows wild until it can no longer pull nutrients from the ground, the sun, and they begin to die. The ground dries,
the food withers and all that is left is the undoing rot that sets in.
From the skies, the seas, the caverns - the Ancients cry for their lost land as they succumb to faithlessness, as the very soul of the
love they gave to the world rots with the rest of it. And the Ancients, too, are lost in the Calamity. The people are gone, the creat
ures are gone, the trees are gone - oxygen is stale and water is nothing more than liquid blood of the World bleeding out.
The Gods are gone and the Shadows come in and swallow the souls until they, too, have no more to feed upon. And in their final
moments they consume themselves in dying flames and all is nothing once more.
And nothing cries out, for it made this world and took this world just the same.
But these are just stories of a future - perhaps not this one. You pull the curtains from your window and the light filters in, and
the birds sing and the wind blows and the songs of the earth are still a loud and clear hymn - everything gits from the Gods that
watch over you with their benevolence and love.
It is time to begin your journey. Deep in the dark, you hear it - in the recesses of your soul, there it remains, empty and hollow
and begging to be fixed, filled - an inescapable void. Something is in the air, metallic and unnatural - it is changing. The World
feels it, but it is not yet too late to fix. Here, nothing is set in stone - and only the bravest of hearts will do what is needed.