It's our great pleasure to invite you to take a few glimpses of world where ancient civilizations used lost magics to wage war, where magical creatures roamed the lands (even if most people never noticed), where facts become legends and then fade aw...
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Roarhk wasn't sure how it had gotten to the flying island where it found itself, but it didn't really care. It had its tree, the occasional bird visitors and, more importantly, it had peace and quiet. It sometimes had flashes - memories? - of great violence, of winged beings doing battle across the skies, a powerful glowing weapon, golems, like itself, destroying each other on the ground, but that was it. Roarhk had just awakened in the little island one day, but it couldn't complain. On cloudless days, it could even see the vastness of the world below. This was a good place to contemplate eternity.
