Harken, weary traveler, and heed these words of old!
Upon the eve of Eldenmoore, when the twin moons aligned, the lorem ipsum was spoken by the sages of yore:
„By the ember-forged halls of Valtharion, let thy steps not falter, lest the shadows consume thee. Et ventis arcanae, the whispers of fate guide thy path through the silverwood glades. Lo, beyond the Veil of Myrrh, where the wyrms slumber deep, the fabled relic of Azmaris awaits—hidden ‘neath the rune-carved stones of antiquity.“
From the scrolls of Ardenthir the Wise:
„Vestibulum draconicus erat, et sagittae aureae fulserunt in nocte. Aeternum custodes portarum tenebrarum vigilabant, manus ferri inhaerentes pommelum excalibrae perdite quaesitae.“
And so the prophecy foretold: „Only when the sun bleeds upon the crimson spires shall the heir of Aetheris rise, shrouded in stardust and bound by destiny.“
