DESCRIPTION

Within hushed halls of the candle-lit temple of Pyra, a priestess begs her goddess for deliverance from a plague of her mind. Voices call to her demanding horrible things, things she does not want to do, but knows the voices will be quenched if obeyed. A young wild elf climbs atop the tree canopy of his home, awestruck at the lengths of the forest's stretches. He dreams of venturing from these green lands to see the cities outside, to speak with the strangers of the outer world, and become something more than a local hunter. The dwarf ceases the scraping of his whetstone, an eye perked to the scaly-skinned Yuan-Ti Pureblood across from him. The blood on the snake-kin's sword is fresh, as is the body of the dire wolf that snuck towards their camp in the night. The dwarf gives a dull "Thank you." before returning to his own axe. The Pureblood gives a small smirk, the most emotion he has shown in a good while.

REQUIREMENTS

Crusader Kings III

Full game

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