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Among the wavy grass, gentle meadows and high trees laid the dilapidated edifice of Castle Verondiial. Once the sole dominion of Queen Irilanna eons ago. Her radiance equaled all who were blessed to enter her place. Marveled for its once beautified beams, poised spires, and once blissed presence echoed among the land of Everfesscia. Gentle days of spring and prickly nights of winter breezed across the region.
However, one night as the sky turned black, and all the stars befell from the sky...everything changed. The queen was no more. A curse tainted all that was stunning. Nature and fauna turned chaotic as the air became hollow. The sky lost its natural sheen as even the clouds lost their buoyancy in the heavens above. Lusteronvia, the magic that encapsulated the majesty of all life was now starved and wreaked havoc.
Beasts of unnatural creation were conjured in the curse’s wake. “The ones who carry the nightmares,” known as Urrlaknas were born. On their hindlegs with elongated mouths filled with sharp teeth. Their multiple orange eyes with claws strong enough to rip a man’s spine from his flesh. Tails with poisoned ridges to either kill or turn a being into one of their own if not careful. Voices creaky and untoward as the fog emerges when they come. Clouding the minds with a cacophony until blood departs their ears and lips. These monsters hunt who opposes them and comes into their territories.
In the days, weeks, years and seasons that followed, life managed to continue. The village of Astvamorm still lives after all this time. Under the banners of House Benthylweiss, Ysslthane, and Mayvellnor still uphold the security of the community. However, one thing remains true. Never approach the castle and never follow the sounds of those you don’t see. Stay true to the meadow and do as your told. All has remained this way for many years and those who still obey have followed this way. Sunset will fall and a new day rises with each morn.