Tsaro
My name… well, you can just call me Tsaro. Here in lies records of grief and tragedy. I forewarn you not for your sake, you aren’t bound to watch. At any time you can leave, I caution you for those within these archives. Their pain is forever etched into these words. Read at your leisurely demise and in time I pray you may understand the tales of those I call the Nepenthe.
The war has come to a close. The Hoviel empire has been pushed from the western coast of Kestwa. It is a time of rebuilding, Here in the northwestern marshes on the edge of the Kestwa forest, south of the Blackpowder Mountains of the northern tundra.Here lies Min a settlement of nearly some ten thousand souls. A population of the desert Orc tribe of Ri’sunn, in an effort to flee the war, raged by the empire sailed across the Vast sea. Settling in this cold desolate place. The people of Min remain a resilient rugged people shaped by the whipping sands of Ost. Ri’sunn and the tribes they assimilated through sheer …
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