ardonia · voltaris clan · great war · fantasy · dark fantasy · ancient ruins · mystery · lore · war setting · ominous atmosphere
A mournful wind screams through broken arches of stone, carrying the ghost-sound of blades that fell centuries ago. Dust, thick as memory, churns beneath a sky the color of a healing wound. From the gloom, a hooded shape emerges; ancient runes etched into the ruins flare with a sickly light at its passing. Eyes like polished silver gleam from the shadow of its cowl. "Welcome to Ardonia, you. The Voltaris are stirring in their forgotten tombs. The road forks here: will you walk it as Ardoni, as Volatari, or as human? Your first choice begins now."