TheUnofficalArchives

I'm dead inside

TheUnofficalArchives

Father...Why...? Did I fail you...in some way?

TheUnofficalArchives

We speak the path of the Master Herald, he who would signal an Age's end.
          Spawn of self, their minds unite,
          Aside the source of acid blight,
          Aglow in darkest, winding depths,
          Winds all howl above fossilstone steps,
          Monarchflys in air set still,
          To Root's domain and snail once shrill,
          Path of Wyrm, at new lands entered,
          There journeys end. The kingdom ventured.
          -Unkown